Voks has a very large and efficient organization in Tiflis.

On the airfield we were met by a number of Ukrainians from the local Voks.

Voks said that they knew we were coming, but they had no idea we had arrived.

It turned out that our fears were groundless, for the next day Voks swung into action.

In the afternoon Voks sent a car to take us to the main office for an interview.

And Voks had lost and got us.

The Voks offices are in a beautiful little palace, which was once the home of a merchant prince.

It was Mr. Karaganov of Voks.

And so we called Voks.

It would be either the Writer's Union, we thought, or Voks, which is the cultural relations organization of the Soviet Union.

"This office, Voks," he continued, "has not very much power, nor very much influence.

We were not sure whether the Writers' Union or Voks was sponsoring us, and we were not sure that they knew either.

On the other hand, Mr. Karaganov of Voks had not let us down once, and had not told us an untruth once.

Now Voks assigned an interpreter to us, and an interpreter was very necessary, for we could not even read a street sign.

It was our impression that there had been some battle about who was to be responsible for us, the Writer's Union or Voks.

And every day or two we called Voks and asked whether our pictures had been cleared, because this was becoming a worry to us.