Washington Dossier 1982


October 1982. Page 21.

UNDERCOVER: Christmas Eve, 1979. A Scandinavian city. Dr. Boris Korczak, a double agent feeding the CIA with KGB secrets, answers a foreboding knock at the door. His best friend in the KGB stands outside in the snow, weeping. The man’s mission: kill Korczak. Instead he warned him. But in the three years since Korczak’s escape and subsequent flight to the metropolitan Washington area, he has been bitten by a poisonous snake that was tossed into his bedroom window and attacked by two assassins armed with knives. The lug-nuts on his car’s wheels were loosen- ed. And, a year ago in August, he was shot with a poisonous bacteria pellet while shopping at a Giant Food store in Vienna, Va. As told, John Le Carre’s suspense novels pale beside Korczak’s story.

“The KGB is still out to kill me, says Korczak, who a year later suffers serious physical ailments from the pellet’s bacteria. -Looking more like the Ph.D. in Art History that he is than a secret agent, Korczak says, ”I am a person who has decided to fight declare war on the dirty fingers of the Soviets and their collaborators.

Believe the US. is worth protecting. In clear English, one of 11 Languages he speaks
fluently, Korczak makes it known that he carries a gun. But his ongoing struggle
with Communism-which started in his homeland during the 1956 Budapest Uprising – recently has taken a different approach. With a budding organization called “Together International,” consisting mostly of Eastern Europeans “who share the scars of Communism,” Korczak wants to inform Americans of Soviet dangers. He also has started around-the-clock surveillance on all Soviet diplomats and embassy officials 70 percent of whom he claims are involved in “Kagebeshnick” schemes.

“We will not harass them or break any laws,” he says pointedly, “but we will walk the streets they walk and hound them to stick to their official duties. lf they have nothing to hide, they shouldn’t worry about us. I am very patriotic to the US., but this policy of not spoiling our relationship with the good-buddy Soviets, I don’t under-
stand. I have lived behind the Iron Curtain.