I got my private pilot's license in autumn 1986.
Imprisonment hit me so hard - much harder than I had thought.
I wanted to choose somewhere public, because I was scared of the KGB.
My parents came to visit every two months and brought plenty of books.
I don't have my pilot's licence anymore, but I'm still very political.
I had thought about landing in the Kremlin, but there wasn't enough space.
I moved away for three years and went to Trinidad where I met my wife, Athena.
I ended up injuring her with a knife I had on me. I can't really remember what happened.
I regret what happened. I saw no other possibility to achieve my goal. It was not hooliganism.
I now work for a finance company in Luxembourg with projects in South America and the Caribbean.