NODULE X7 OSWALD IN MINSK AND THE U2 DUMP: JANUARY ...

methodology that Nosenko alleged was the methodology of the KGB was
inaccurate, but that was in the realm of speculation based on very
thorough analysis of Nosenko's testimonies. As I said earlier, the incubus
was still hanging over our head. There was no quotation, no
determination.
Helms told the HSCA: "To this very day no person familiar with the facts, of whom I am
aware, finds Mr. Nosenko's comments about OSWALD and the KGB to be credible.
That still hangs in the air like an incubus."
Nosenko was dispatched by the Soviets to disassociate OSWALD from the KGB. He
had to remain in America and he could never redefect. He would be condemned as a
traitor by the Russian Intelligence Service and sentenced to death. It was unlikely the
death sentence could be carried out within the United States. He was an extremely
strong-willed person, and could not be broken by torture. He may have supplied the CIA
with a lot of good information, but his information about OSWALD and others was a lie.
Nosenko's real mission was to prevent World War III by supplying the CIA with
information which disassociated OSWALD from the KGB. ANGLETON knew first hand
Nosenko was full of shit because ANGLETON had run OSWALD in the Soviet Union.
OSWALD: JULY 1960 TO NOVEMBER 1960
July summer months of green beauty, pine forest, very deep. I enjoy many
days in the enviorments of Minsk with the Zegers who have a car
"Mosivich". I always goes along with Anita. Leonara seems to have no
Sov-friend, many admirirs. She has a beauiful Spanish figure, long black
hair, like Anita. I pay much attention to her shes too old for me she seems
to dislike my lack of ambition for some reason. She is high strung. I have
become habituated to a small cafe which is where I dine in the evening the
food is generally poor and always strictly the same, menue in any cafe, at
any point in the city. The food is cheap and I don't really care about
quiality after three years in the U.S.M.C.
By September 1960, OSWALD was becoming openly critical of Soviet society:
As my Russian improves I become increasingly concious of just what kind
of a sociaty I live in. Mass gymnastics, complusory afterwork meeting.
Complusary attendance at lectures and the sending the entire shop
collective except me) to pick potatoes on a Sunday, at a state collective
farm. A "patroict duty" to bring in the harvest. The opions of the workers
(unvoiced) are that its a great pain in the neck. They don't seem to be
esspicialy enthusia about any of the "collective" duties. I am increasingly
aware of the presence, in all things, of Lebizen, shop party secretary, fat,
fortyish and jovial on the outside. He is a no-nonsense party regular.