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In 1974 I was on the two months contract with my top 40's band, in Austria. Our drummer was a KGB agent, just an guardian angel.

One night, of the day my wife came to visit for a week, we decided to take run.
We did, with 50$ to our name, leaving all our possession behind in appartament in Warsaw, Poland.
To make a story short, after a year in Paris, where we was awaithing our Political Refugee Status, we got it, and in November 16, 1976 I had kissed the tarmack of JFK airport.
The rest is a history.
Never been in Poland since.
My wife left me three months later for American Jeweler from NY.
Funny how my life took turn because of this....