It turned out that all my life, I had been watched more thoroughly than I could ever have imagined – by a very different, uninvited audience.
The trouble started when a civil rights activist claimed in a German newspaper that I was an informer for the Stasi, the secret police, and that I had taken money from them.
She went to school in Karl-Marx-Stadt (which today has reverted to its pre-war name of Chemnitz).
There she attended Kinder- und Jugendsportschule, a special school for athletically talented children.
She’d been favored to win, but after the knee beating administered by Harding’s hooligans, she had to withdraw.