Now, in the rubble of 1999, he returned.
Miloš, a retired cryptographer with a limp and a grudge, did not believe it. He had worked for the Uprava in the early eighties, tasked with something euphemistically called "Information Hygiene." His job was to read the unpublishable works of one particular dissident: Borislav Pekić.
Pekić was a nuisance. Not a street revolutionary—he was too aristocratic, too sharp for that—but a spiritual smuggler. While the Party preached a gray, horizontal equality, Pekić wrote about vertical labyrinths: of fate, of God, of a man’s desperate, hilarious struggle against a wall. Miloš had spent three years filing reports on The Time of Miracles and How to Quiet a Vampire . He had confiscated carbon copies, interrogated typists, and eventually, he had compiled the White File .