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Tutundzic, 69, is standing in the mud on the banks of the Miljacka River, where scores of people have come to collect water. She is crying. Clad in a black skirt and green woolen jacket, with her hair tied back with a ribbon, she has dressed as if she might be going to lunch with friends. To get there she walked along the airport road dubbed Snipers' Alley, and she does not flinch at the crack of rifle fire and the occasional thud of exploding shells. "I have seven people at home, and my friend was supposed to meet...
...first sheik was a fake. A figure clad in white robes and a red-and-white cap left the Abu Bakr Mosque in Brooklyn, New York, on Thursday night and got into a waiting van. Federal agents with guns drawn quickly surrounded the vehicle, crying, "Get out!" The man did, looked up -- and the feds immediately saw he was not Sheik Omar Abdel Rahman...
...smothering Jewish mother is perhaps the strongest presence in this production. Tasha Blumberg, played strongly by Jessica Fortunate, makes memorable appearances clad in black tights, a tie-dyed lectard and a gold lame top. She's a dancer who just wants her daughter, Janie Blumberg, played by Emily Gardner, to be happy. Janie's happiness is the challenge that the plot of the play follows. She falls in love with a Jewish doctor who is heir to his family's restaurant fortune, but she must eventually choose between staying with him or following her freelance writing career where it leads...
Best of all, you didn't have to dance. Any master of the Junior High Shuffle (step left, clap, step right, clap, and repeat) who could squeeze his Girbaud-clad body onto the dance floor felt like every eye in the club was watching him. And they were--every inch of the wall and ceiling gleamed with mirrors, so you and all your friends, shrouded in a subtle veil of fire-engine-red neon, could always be on stage...
During the astonishing, bewildering years when the Russians were dismantling their steel-clad Eurasian empire, David Remnick was not content to be an eyewitness to history. He waded into it, hip deep, and interviewed hundreds of politicians, generals, intellectuals and workers. Remnick, then a Washington Post correspondent, now at the New Yorker, saw his job as going where the action was, talking with the key figures and checking out the details...