[They summoned me to the NKVD.
"Your mother has sent you an invitation. You can go to Romania."
"She knows I am not going to Romania! I sent her there last August.]
"But I would recommend you to snatch at a chance while the door is open for you!"
"This is the door to the backyard. And it is the backyard of a hostile nation that hates my homeland. This door is not for me!"
"But what door is for you?"
"The door I could enter without lowering my head or curving my back! The one I have every right for because of honest work!"
[Later (in almost 20 years), I found out that nobody had ever sent me an invitation!]