I managed to hack a website for the English branch of the Purity League. Some of their representatives will be there. They will use this as a big rallying cry. There will be representatives from a few other countries too, and cities from all over Poland.”

“This guy was from Wałbrzych. Will there be a group from there?” Heinrich asked.

“Yeah, now that you mention it. Apparently his grandfather is going to show up. Some old veteran of a Polish division in the Third Reich. Imagine that, Poles joining the Nazis! Dumbasses.”

Heinrich felt a queasiness in his stomach.

There was a pause, and Heinrich could tell that Biniam was biting his tongue. Biniam knew about Heinrich’s family. He researched all his clients and found out a scary amount of detail.

Heinrich had once asked him about the family he had left behind in Eritrea. Biniam never talked about them but he figured Biniam wouldn’t mind since Heinrich sure wasn’t one to judge.

Biniam had been cagey anyway.

“My family wanted the best for me,” Biniam had told him, “but knew they couldn’t provide anything but the worst. Where I’m from we don’t have the luxury of sentimentality. If you see a chance, you go for it. I couldn’t even tell my family I was going to flee because the officers read all the mail. But when I fell silent they knew. I have heard little news about them since.”

What news he had heard, Biniam hadn’t shared. Heinrich guessed it had been nothing good.

Biniam meant “lucky son” in the local language of Tigrinya. It looked like in Eritrea, only one person per family got a chance to be lucky.

After a pause, the hacker went on.

“The Nazis are gathering at ten tomorrow morning. It was announced on the same Dark Web forum I mentioned before. You can use the same user name.”

“Won’t it seem a bit weird that I was at a meeting in New York and a few days later I just happen to show up at a demonstration in Warsaw?” Heinrich asked.

“You aren’t the only far right bastard coming over to Europe to protest May Day. There’s a lot of buzz about doing that these days. Gives American Nazis a chance to network. These guys are getting organized, my friend.”

“Yeah, it looks that way.”

“Stay safe,” Biniam said.

“You too,” Heinrich replied.

They both laughed. Staying safe wasn’t in either of their DNA.

That evening, Heinrich bought a Polish SIM card for his phone. Now he could make local calls and get data. He put plenty of money on it. The old bag would pay for it and he didn’t want to run out of money at an important moment. He noted that the little hole-in-the-wall phone shop, which also sold cigarettes and beer, was run by a Pole. In most countries, those sorts of places were usually run by immigrants. He didn’t see many non-Poles in the Old City.

His next step was to check out the neighborhood the demonstrations would go through.