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...town. "I have no other option," says Vassiliki Panagopoulou. "I just can't get up and leave my home of 40 years." From Greece's northern frontiers, to the holiday islands of Cephalonia and the Peloponnese, young and old are joining forces, grabbing garden hoses, buckets of waters and brushwood to beat back freak flames to save their homes...
...clearings with dazzling views of waterfalls and temples dedicated to Vesta, the goddess of the hearth, and Tiburnus, the mythical founder of Tivoli who ousted the occupying Sicilians from the area. But over the last half of the 20th century, Villa Gregoriana became a neglected jungle of brambles, brushwood, ivy and weeds, obscuring the views and grottoes and covering the limestone walls' natural whorled designs...
...clearings with dazzling views of waterfalls and temples dedicated to Vesta, the goddess of the hearth, and Tiburnus, the mythical founder of Tivoli who ousted the occupying Sicilians from the area. But over the last half of the 20th century, Villa Gregoriana became a neglected jungle of brambles, brushwood, ivy and weeds, obscuring the views and grottoes and covering the limestone walls' natural whorled designs. After fai's restoration, all is as it was back in the 19th century, and birdsong and the rush of water on the rocks fill the atmosphere. Architect Gae Aulenti's visitors' center offers audio...
...essence of your being, have been cast away, and your heart cannot keep pace. Your lungs can no longer take a full breath, as though they were more than half blocked. Your legs are unsteady. Your pace falters. You stumble on the mossy ground, and trip on the fallen brushwood. Instead of being pleased to be making some headway, escaping perhaps, you are glad only of a halt when you can lean against a tree trunk and catch your breath...
...avoid possible enemy fire," Larsen reported, "we swept past American fire bases and ARVN armored units, whirring over a repaired Route 9 and the beautiful Pone River, which marks the border. After ten or 15 minutes in the air, we hovered down in the middle of an expanse of brushwood alongside Route 9. Several ARVN troopers were having their midday dish of rice under the shade of a tank. One of them gestured at the ground and smiled: 'Laos...