Out of the NightPickle Partners Publishing, 2020 M01 30 - 724 pages A bestseller in 1941, selected by the Book of the Month Club for a special edition and described by Book of the Month Club News as: “...full of sensational revelations and interspersed with episodes of daring, of desperate conflict, of torture, and of ruthless conspiracy...It is, first of all, an autobiography the like of which has seldom been.” The son of a seafaring father, Richard Julius Herman Krebs, a.k.a. Jan Valtin, came of age as a bicycle messenger during a maritime rebellion. His life as an intimate insider account of the dramatic events of 1920’s and 1930s, where he rose both within the ranks of the Communist Party and on the Gestapo hit list. Known for his honesty and incredible memory, Krebs dedicated his life to the Communist Party, rising to a position as head of maritime, organizing worldwide for the Comintern, only to flee the Party and Europe to evade his own comrade’s attempts to kill him. As a professional revolutionary, agitator, spy and would-be assassin, Krebs traveled the globe from Germany to China, India to Sierra Leon, Moscow to the United States where a botched assassination attempt landed him a stint in San Quentin. From his spellbinding account of artful deception to gain release from a Nazi prison and his work as a double-agent within the Gestapo, to his vivid depiction of a Communist Party fraught with intrigue and subterfuge, Krebs gives an unflinching portrayal of the internal machinations of both parties. |
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... door a young stevedore in a patched gray sweater pulled the release of a hand-grenade. “Stand off,” he said hoarsely. Then he counted, yelled: “Twentyone...Twenty...” Six or seven of us crouched on both sides of the entrance. The ...
... door a young stevedore in a patched gray sweater pulled the release of a hand-grenade. “Stand off,” he said hoarsely. Then he counted, yelled: “Twentyone...Twenty...” Six or seven of us crouched on both sides of the entrance. The ...
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... door of the next house. It was a restaurant. I rushed through the restaurant, left it by the front door, and crossed into another street. The street was empty. I ran into a house and knocked at the door of an apartment. A white-haired ...
... door of the next house. It was a restaurant. I rushed through the restaurant, left it by the front door, and crossed into another street. The street was empty. I ran into a house and knocked at the door of an apartment. A white-haired ...
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... door and the glass panel splintered. Cautiously I approached the zone of fighting. I hailed a man who passed on a bicycle. I was not mistaken; he was a courier. “How's the situation?” “Bad.” The Reichswehr command had decreed the death ...
... door and the glass panel splintered. Cautiously I approached the zone of fighting. I hailed a man who passed on a bicycle. I was not mistaken; he was a courier. “How's the situation?” “Bad.” The Reichswehr command had decreed the death ...
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... door. “Hold still, my boy,” he murmured. In a flash he drew his pistol and shot the thin man through the head. A murmur went up and a few “Bravos.” Many of us crashed our rifles to the floor. I was sick of it, and so were others. For a ...
... door. “Hold still, my boy,” he murmured. In a flash he drew his pistol and shot the thin man through the head. A murmur went up and a few “Bravos.” Many of us crashed our rifles to the floor. I was sick of it, and so were others. For a ...
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... door which he barricaded by keeping his feet on the opposite seat. Soon the train began to move. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You are going where you came from,” the gendarme said. I almost blundered. “Germany?” I wanted to ask. I rose.
... door which he barricaded by keeping his feet on the opposite seat. Soon the train began to move. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You are going where you came from,” the gendarme said. I almost blundered. “Germany?” I wanted to ask. I rose.
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