The Guardian: I was a Soviet defector. Chess was my door to freedom by Lev Alburt:
Finally, I decided to defect in June 1979. But on an Aeroflot flight from Moscow to Frankfurt, I began to waver. I was already missing my family, my friends. Perhaps I would, after all, come back – one more time, just one? To stiffen my resolve, I grabbed a copy of Pravda, the Communist party’s propaganda paper.
Interesting read. The only thing questionable is his admiration for Vladimir Putin. Otherwise, a good trip down memory lane.