Contents

Chapter 1 Making Movies

Chapter 2 The First American

Chapter 3 The Mind Readers

Chapter 4 Making an Inventor

Chapter 5 Escape from the P.O. Box

Chapter 6 Spooky Business

Chapter 7 Starting Over

Chapter 8 Moonlighting

Chapter 9 Up the Creek without a Puddle

Chapter 10 Fight for Light

Chapter 11 High Pressure

Chapter 12 Mickie

Chapter 13 Instant Thermometer

Appendix: Making Inventions

What’s a man to do when he lives in the Soviet Union but he’s brimming with ideas for innovations? Answer: Invent a way to get to the U.S. where he can turn ideas into products and turn frustration into fame and fortune. I loved the engrossing human stories in Jake Fraden’s odyssey from communism to capitalism. Knowing as I do how hard it is to open people’s mind to innovation, I found Fraden’s pragmatic approach to the world both fascinating and enlightening.”

Alan R. Tripp - author, “Millions from the Mind: How to Turn Your Ideas, or Someone Else’s into a Fortune”
 

“This book holds the key to unlocking the creativity within each of us. Jacob Fraden shows you how to turn ideas into actions. He doesn’t just offer a few useful tips—his life is an example how to do it with courage.”

Edward S. O’Dell
-Chairman, Digital Devices Corp.

“The title 'Adventures of an Inventor' captures the imagination, but the content makes you think.”

Craig N. Mead
-president and CEO, Global Ideas Services

“...If I had known then, I would never let him go.”

Boris Yeltsin, - Former Russia’s President

In "Adventures of an Inventor", Jacob Fraden shares his unique experience as an inventor in the Soviet Union and the United States.

For the first time, you will be able to look at American life through the eyes of a prolific inventor and follow him along the bumpy and winding road to the realization of an American dream.

Both experienced inventors and beginners will find it not just a useful guide for organizing creative process, but funny and entertaining as well. The book talks about the challenges and opportunities a creative person meets in America and what is required to become a successful entrepreneurial inventor.

" ...Looking about, I found a relatively clean metal cabinet lying on its side and sat down to have my lunch. I took the sandwich from my bag, but no sooner had I opened my mouth to take the first bite than I heard a clanking sound and a sharp voice: “Stand up! Put your hands over your head! Don’t move!”

I was baffled. What was that? Whom was the voice addressing? I looked around and to my astonishment saw that I was surrounded by about a dozen soldiers with sub-machine guns pointed straight at me. What the devil was this? With several loaded guns aimed at you, however, it is not too wise to argue or ask questions. So I stood up and put my hands on the top of my head. Immediately, one of the soldiers ran over to me from behind the bushes. He grabbed my bag, opened it and looked inside. Then another man appeared from behind the trees. He was a lieutenant. I looked at his epaulets. Green. The same color as all the soldiers. The color of the KGB guards. The soldier examining my bag took out my camera and passport. He handed them to the lieutenant, who glanced at them briefly and made a sign to the other soldiers. Another one handcuffed my wrists and then searched me. They seemed relieved to find no weapons.

When this ritual was over, the lieutenant asked, “What are you doing here, in this junkyard of strategic equipment?”

“I know nothing about any equipment,” I said. “I came here to eat my lunch, and if this junk is strategic or something, it shouldn’t be scattered around like this, so near the station. Take these handcuffs off, I don’t want to miss my train.”

“Bring the truck and put him inside,” the lieutenant ordered, not bothering to answer my question. They led me to the road, where a small flatbed track waited. Two soldiers grabbed my arms and lifted me like a feather up and into the flatbed. There were two rows of plank seats. They put me in the center with my back to the cab, with two soldiers on each side and a young private and the lieutenant facing me. The remaining soldiers piled into a second truck which appeared from behind the grove. The young private sitting in front of me was very nervous. He plunged the muzzle of his AK-47 into my stomach in case I tried to catch him off guard with any dirty tricks. He kept his finger on the trigger, staring at me without blinking. No doubt he believed he was guarding a very dangerous criminal...."

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