Deep Undercover: My Secret Life and Tangled Allegiances as a KGB Spy in America

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Deep Undercover: My Secret Life and Tangled Allegiances as a KGB Spy in America by Jack Barsky

One decision can end everything . . . or lead to unlikely redemption.
Millions watched the CBS 60 Minutes special on Jack Barsky in 2015. Now, in this fascinating memoir, the Soviet KGB agent tells his story of gut-wrenching choices, appalling betrayals, his turbulent inner world, and the secret life he lived for years without getting caught.

On October 8, 1978, a Canadian national by the name of William Dyson stepped off a plane at O’Hare International Airport and proceeded toward Customs and Immigration.

Two days later, William Dyson ceased to exist.

The identity was a KGB forgery, used to get one of their own—a young, ambitious East German agent—into the United States.

The plan succeeded, and the spy’s new identity was born: Jack Barsky. He would work undercover for the next decade, carrying out secret operations during the Cold War years . . . until a surprising shift in his allegiance challenged everything he thought he believed.

Deep Undercover will reveal the secret life of this man without a country and tell the story no one ever expected him to tell.

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ISBN-13: 9781496416827
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 03/21/2017
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 153,087
Product dimensions: 6.30(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

Jack Barsky was recruited by the KGB and spent ten years as an undercover agent in the United States. He severed his relations with the KGB in 1988 and had a corporate career in information technology. He was captured by the FBI in 1997. In 2015, 60 Minutes ran a story on his life and undercover work.

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Deep Undercover

My Secret Life and Tangled Allegiances as a KGB Spy in America


By Jack Barsky

Tyndale House Publishers

Copyright © 2017 Jack Barsky
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4964-1682-7



CHAPTER 1

MY PARENTS HUDDLED at the kitchen table, pressing their ears toward a small cathode-ray tube radio, a relic that had survived the war but brought in only three stations. As my father fiddled with the knobs, trying to minimize the static, I scooted close to the small wooden table to find out what was going on. My mother rocked my baby brother, shushing him gently so they could make out what was being said on the radio. The dramatic sound of a voice speaking in a language I did not understand rose against the background of Chopin's somber "Funeral March." The equally gloomy German translator was heard on top of that.

On that early March day in 1953, all three radio stations were broadcasting only one event: the funeral of the great Soviet leader Joseph Stalin. Everywhere across the Eastern Bloc, people were spellbound, glued to their radios, just as we were.

"Vati," I asked, "who was this man Stalin? Why is he dead? What is the Soviet Union?"

My father tried his best to explain the situation in terms that my four-year-old mind could grasp.

"Comrade Stalin was a great man. He was the leader of the Soviet Union, a huge country that defeated Hitler. Under Stalin's leadership we were going to build a country where everyone could be happy. Today we are saying good-bye to one of the greatest men in history."

"So is everything going to be okay? Will you still get me a bicycle when I'm ready to start school, as you promised? Will I still get pudding on Sunday?"

"Yes, Albrecht, I think we will be okay. It might get a bit harder without Stalin, but there are some things you will not understand until you are a bit older."

This was his way of telling me that further questions would not be welcomed.


* * *

Discovering my roots and heritage came to me in increments over the years: some remembered, some overheard, and some retold when I was old enough to ask. Most of the early pieces came in conversations with my mother.

What I know for certain is that I was born in a dreadful place at an unfortunate time — four years after Adolf Hitler's suicide effectively ended World War II in Europe. While the Americans, British, and French were busy rebuilding the western occupied zones in Germany, life in Soviet-controlled East Germany became a daily struggle for survival. The devastation from the war was only made worse by the Soviets' removal of valuable assets that had suvived the Allies' aerial bombardment, including entire factories and a large part of the country's infrastructure. As a result, East Germany regressed economically and technologically by at least thirty years. And more than at any other time in the twentieth century, acquiring nutritious food became the number one priority in the land.

My parents first met in January 1948 at a teachers' orientation in the village of Rietschen, which was in a particularly poor area of East Germany not far from the Polish border. Though six years apart in age, Judith Faust and Karl-Heinz Dittrich were both recent graduates of the Neulehrer new teacher's program, an initiative introduced by the Allies in postwar Germany to develop teachers not tainted by connection to the Nazi regime, and both had grown up during the Great Depression, Hitler's ascendance to power, and the hardships of the most destructive war in the history of humanity.

For both my parents, their first teaching assignments signaled a new beginning, allowing tentative dreams about the future to begin to germinate in their hearts. Both had traveled to Rietschen from their parents' homes in Kaltwasser and Reichenbach, and it had taken them both the better part of the day to cover the thirty-kilometer distance. In those days, public buses were almost nonexistent and the trains were unreliable — at best, travel was an unpleasant adventure with uncertain outcomes. Schedules weren't worth the paper they were printed on, and the only thing predictable about the railroads was their unpredictability.

As Principal Panzram laid out the curriculum and the assignments for the coming school year, Judith's eyes frequently wandered to the cleanly dressed, bright-eyed Karl-Heinz, who listened to the principal with intensity. His fine features, high cheekbones, piercing gray eyes, and straight black hair gave his face the look of a movie star.

Not yet twenty years old, Karl-Heinz was the youngest member of the group, and his gangly frame made him look even younger, like someone who needed to be taken care of. Unlike Karl-Heinz, who was just starting out, Judith had six more years of life experience and six more years of hardship under her belt.

My mother was born in 1922 in Kaltwasser, where her parents, Bernhard and Zilla, worked as head forest ranger and cook at the estate of a German count. She had two sisters, Ruth and Eva. Those biblical names, and the fact that my mother sang in a church choir prior to marrying my father, lead me to believe that she was raised in a Lutheran family, though I have no other evidence of spirituality among my extended family or ancestors, and God was never mentioned in our home.

Because my mother grew up on a country estate, she never lacked for basic nutrition, a fact that may have accounted for her healthy appearance when so many others during those years looked emaciated. Her sparkling blue eyes projected intelligence and independence, but her plain, loose-fitting, full-length dresses marked her as a country girl. She wore no lipstick, and her shoulder-length hair was tied in a conservative knot at the back of her head.

In spite of their numerous differences, Karl-Heinz and Judith had two things in common: They were both new teachers, and they were strangers in the village of Rietschen. Consequently, they often turned to each other for companionship between classes and sometimes at the end of the school day.

In the spring of 1948, Karl-Heinz caught a virulent strand of tuberculosis. There were no antibiotics available for treatment. The village doctor could only prescribe bed rest and good nutrition. Getting rest was not a problem, but finding healthy food was an almost impossible proposition.

At this point, Judith's maternal instincts took over, and she began to care for her ailing friend and colleague. Every day after school, she stopped by Karl-Heinz's small apartment to keep him company and feed him whatever food she had scrounged up. Somehow she managed to acquire several pounds of rye meal from a local farmer, which she turned into a water-based porridge that became a staple in my father's diet as he convalesced.

After two months of Judith's loving care, Karl-Heinz overcame the disease and promptly fell in love with the woman who, most likely, had saved his life. In October 1948, these two ill-matched friends tied the knot at my grandparents' home in Kaltwasser.

Their marriage was unlikely to succeed in the long run. It rested on the fragile foundation of my father's need for a mother figure and my mother's strong desire to fill that role, as well as her pride at having captured such a handsome young fellow at a time when there was a severe shortage of eligible men in postwar Germany.

It appears that my father, virility restored, expressed his gratitude to my mother in more ways than one before they were married. She most likely knew she was pregnant at the time of the wedding.


* * *

At the end of April 1949, my mother was granted a one-month pregnancy leave in anticipation of my birth. My father accompanied her to his parents' home in Reichenbach. The plan was that she would give birth there.

My father had recently joined the Socialist Unity Party (Sozialistische Einheitspartei Deutschlands — SED) and felt compelled to join the parade on May 1, 1949, in honor of International Workers' Day. He convinced his father to participate by suggesting they have a Sunday morning drink after the parade.

The weather in Reichenbach on that morning was typical for springtime in Germany — gray skies, temperatures hovering around 60 degrees Fahrenheit, and a steady drizzle. The May Day parade was supposed to be a celebration, but the mood among the motley crowd of marchers making their way slowly through the deserted center of town did not reflect that sentiment. What was there to celebrate? Hitler and the Nazis had turned German pride into utter shame and dejection. Soviet rule was hard and unpredictable, and there was still not enough food for everyone. The average ration across occupied East Germany amounted to just under 1,500 calories.

The effects of this starvation-level diet were particularly apparent among the male marchers, including my father and grandfather, who had dressed in their best suits for the occasion. Their jackets hung loosely from bony shoulders, and their pants were held in place by suspenders. Indeed, these were lean times for bringing a child into the world.

But that all became a moot point late in the evening of May 17, when Judith's contractions began to intensify and my grandmother summoned the local midwife. The three women spent the entire night awake in the small bedroom usually occupied by my grandparents.

My father and grandfather also had a rough and sleepless night. Camped out in the home's tiny kitchen, they bravely consumed several bottles of homemade apple wine — enough to induce a headache so terrible that they both later insisted they had suffered as much pain as my mother had in labor.

Sleep would have been hard to come by that night anyway. Starting at 4:00 am, a seemingly endless parade of Soviet troops passed near the house. The rattling, screeching, and clanking of the Russian tanks on the granite cobblestones of Löbauer Straße was nearly unbearable, and nobody in the immediate vicinity had a good rest that night.


* * *

I was born into a postwar world in which tensions between East and West were rapidly escalating. Just four weeks after the lifting of the Soviet blockade of West Berlin, which was five days after my birth, the western occupied zones of Germany were combined into the newly formed Federal Republic of Germany, also called West Germany. The subsequent establishment of the German Democratic Republic (GDR) in East Germany formalized the division that would last for the next forty-one years and quickly became a focal point in the Cold War. I was born in the GDR, on the Soviet-controlled side of the line.

The entire trajectory of my life is rooted in the geographic location of my birth. By the time Stalin died, it had become clear that East Germany would continue to evolve into a Communist dictatorship that might one day call upon one of its children to serve the Communist cause — perhaps in a major way. It is indeed an interesting coincidence that my first childhood memory is that of Comrade Stalin's funeral, the man most responsible for the establishment of Communist East Germany.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

PROLOGUE, ix,
PART I: THE MAKING OF A SPY, 1,
PART II: THE TRAINING OF A SPY, 65,
PART III: THE EMBEDDING OF A SPY, 167,
PART IV: THE DEATH OF A SPY, 245,
PART V: THE CATCHING OF A SPY, 267,
PART VI: THE REDEMPTION OF A SPY, 283,
EPILOGUE, 327,
AFTERWORD BY FBI SPECIAL AGENTJOE REILLY, 331,
NOTES, 335,
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS, 337,
ABOUT THE AUTHOR, 339,

What People are Saying About This

Peter Earnest

Our fascination with spies runs deep, particularly those who are under deep cover, the so-called sleeper agents. Living and operating under aliases, with elaborate background stories (called legends), they intrigue us for the double lives they live, sometimes with families—and even children. (The current popularity of FX Network’s award-winning The Americans attests to this.) But what is the truth beneath the often glamorized surface? How are they selected, trained, and dispatched to foreign countries? What are their secret assignments? Deep Undercover lifts the veil on one such case, giving us a glimpse of a secret life, showing us the price one man paid for undertaking such an assignment. Reading his intriguing story, you realize how few of us would willingly undertake such a mission—or succeed!

Rob Cruver

Jack’s honesty and sincerity were clear from the first time I met him. He was on a journey, and I was privileged to watch something very special unfold. Jack’s story is fascinating, and Deep Undercover tells it well. A true story of redemption and what can happen when God’s healing love breaks through our mind, heart, and relationships.

Joe Weisberg

An incredible look at the astounding journey of a KGB officer in the midst of the Cold War. Heartbreaking, exciting, intriguing. An honest account of one of the most difficult careers known to man. Equal parts memoir, spycraft guide, and historical document, Deep Undercover perfectly describes the crippling insularity of the spy’s life.

Naveed Jamali

As a double agent who worked against Russia, I thought I had heard it all. Then I heard Jack’s story.

Joel Fields

Jack Barksy’s ultimate act of courage is sharing this intimate story that sheds light on the true personal consequences of a life in espionage. Gripping and emotional, Deep Undercover peers beyond the Iron Curtain for a look into the world of a KGB officer illegally living abroad. Instead of romanticizing the life of a spy, Barsky tells his story with honesty and heart.

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Anonymous 8 months ago
Excellent story tried to put it down but could not and read the book in a record time. What a man and what an life .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a captivating read.
susanwalkergirl More than 1 year ago
Filled with Intrigue That May Keep You Up At Night Some books are a pleasure to read and the review is easy to write. That holds true for Deep Undercover by Jack Barsky with Cindy Coloma. If you like intrigue, suspense and mystery look no further than Deep Undercover which tells true story of KGB spy Jack Barsky, or should I say Albrecht Dittrich. I found this book fascinating and of particular interest was Albrecht’s early life. He was born in 1949 in East Germany, following WWII. As I read about his early years, I was struck by the contrast between growing up in his war-torn country and life here in the United States of America. Have you even wondered how someone becomes a spy? How are you trained to do the job? What skillsets do you need to be a KGB operative? What happens if you fail or if you change your mind? Can a spy have any kind of a real life with a wife, children and friends? Or is a spy destined to live a life of loneliness where no one really knows him? Those questions and much more are answered in Deep Undercover which tells about the intriguing life of Jack Barsky. While his life started much different than your typical American, and his career path took some twists and turns, this man came to love this country and the freedoms that regular everyday Americans have. The freedom and capitalism that he once fought against, he came to embrace, even at the risk of losing his life. At the end of the book, Jack explains how he came to accept Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. I especially liked how he shared about God providentially weaving together the circumstances of his life which resulted in him coming to America and ultimately becoming a Christian. Something I would like to clarify, the statement by Jack’s soon to be wife Shawna, “You are already a Christian; you just don’t know it.”, is not Scripturally accurate. Jack may have been in the process of learning about Christ and she saw that his faith was growing, but accepting Christ is a purposeful decision. I highly recommend Deep Undercover by Jack Barsky, it’s a fascinating book. Be forewarned, this book may keep you up at night so you can find out what happens next. If you like mysteries and intrigue, biographies, or you just like to know what makes a man tick, pickup Deep Undercover. You won’t be disappointed. I would like to thank Tyndale House Publishers for the opportunity to read Deep Undercover for free. I was under no obligation to give a favorable review.
Marsha_Randolph More than 1 year ago
It’s a spy novel- no it’s a memoir that reads like a spy novel! DEEP UNDERCOVER by Jack Barsky with Cindy Coloma begins by stimulating the readers curiosity, something every book should do, as to whether or not the first few pages are truthful. I had to double check the dust cover to remind myself that this was not fiction but a very real tale of a spay who lived secret lives. I did watch the 60 Minute news cast regarding the life of Jack Barsky thus all the information presented in this book was new to me. Generally speaking DEEP UNDERCOVER is the story of Albrecht Dittrich who became a spy for the KGB. What lead him to becoming an agent and what happened during the time he worked for as a Russian spy is detailed in this book. But what does Jack Barsky have to do with Albrecht Dittrich? That you must read the book to discover. Jack Barsky’s life reads like the television series “24”, a soap opera, and a news documentary combined. Is that even possible? It takes someone like Cindy Coloma, the collaborator, who has written both fiction and nonfiction to present such fascinating information in an entertaining and informative way. To say that I enjoyed the book is an understatement. DEEP UNDERCOVER- My Secret Life & Tangled Allegiance as a KGB Spy in America by Jack Barsky with Cindy Coloma is a great spy novel that is not a a spy novel. It is a true story of a man who learned to love America. Written by Marsha L F Randolph To comply with new regulations introduced by the Federal Trade Commission, please mention as part of every Web or Amazon review that Tyndale House Publishers has provided you with a complimentary copy of this book.