I had been a houseguest of my new friend in Bulgaria for several days, when he hinted that he might or might not work for a well-known intelligence agency referred to by three letters. CIA or KGB? To prove he was a real American, he sang an old TV jingle. In retrospect, he strongly resembled Bulgarian-American Cult Leader David Koresh, and maybe it was him. He also offered to take me on a tour of the legendary Bachkovo Monastery.
