“There’s a level of paranoia where you go, ‘You know what? This could be too much,’ ” he said when I smiled at this. On bathroom breaks, he took his laptop with him. “Raising the shields and lowering the target surface” was one of Snowden’s security mantras. intelligence agencies had closely studied electrical emissions when scouting Osama bin Laden’s hideout in Pakistan. He did not wish to offer clues, electromagnetic or otherwise. government was trying to discover where he lived.
Like all appliances, blenders have an electrical signature when switched on. Why not make your own? Snowden refused to confirm or deny possession of a blender. He resisted questioning about his private life, but he allowed that he missed small things from home. He remained a target of surpassing interest to the intelligence services of more than one nation. For two days, throughout 14 hours of interviews, he did not once part the curtains or step outside.
We shook hands, and Snowden walked me wordlessly to a back elevator and up to his hotel room. A minder might be anywhere in this circus of a lobby, but I saw no government escort. The place looked like a trailer full of old Madonna stage sets that had been ravaged by a tornado.Īs I battled sensory overload, a young man appeared near the player piano, his appearance subtly altered. The promenade featured a “Girls Bar” with purple-neon decor, stainless-steel chairs and mirrors competing for attention with imitation wood paneling, knockoff Persian rugs, and pulsing strobe lights on plastic foliage. In the lobby, a full-size grand player piano tinkled with energetic pop. Enormous flashing whorls of color adorned the exterior in homage to Las Vegas. The rendezvous point Snowden selected that day, December 5, 2013, was a gaudy casino hotel called the Korston Club, on Kosygina Street in Moscow. I’ll be wearing a backpack.” Of course he would Snowden would never leave his laptop unattended. (Our previous communications had all been via secure text chats over encrypted anonymous links on secret servers.) I glanced at my wrist-3:22 p.m. “W hat time exactly does your clock say?” asked the voice on the telephone, the first words Edward Snowden ever spoke to me aloud.
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