Word: andau
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Dates: during 1956-1956
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...dogged him virtually ever since he left home was there with a vengeance as Dick Nixon climbed into a car in Vienna bound for the refugee camps near the Hungarian border. A thick mist scummed the windshields as the 39-car motorcade rolled eastward under the grey sky toward Andau, a scant kilometer from the border. The mud was ankle-deep along the roadside, and the heavy mist was raw and penetrating. The weather failed to daunt the 300-odd refugees gathered at the camp, and it equally failed to daunt the Vice President of the U.S. who stepped from...
...From Andau, the motorcade moved on to the bigger camp at Eisenstadt, through which about 60,000 refugees have passed en route to other lands. Ten thousand of them were at the camp when he arrived. Once again, there was the press of newsmen and refugees, the snatches of conversation, the handshakes and the good wishes, and once again on Nixon's part a winning display of cordial good fellowship. After that came Traiskirchen, another camp, another crowd. The visitor's one quiet moment came as he attended a Christmas party and play for the refugee children...
...dazed eyes of Hungarian refugees in Andau. a small Austrian border town east of Vienna, the awful majesty of the United States of America was seen in the face of a bureaucrat. It was a stern face, a doubting face, and behind it lay the answer as to whether each particular refugee could find haven in the U.S. The tired, dazed refugee could hardly be expected to notice that it was also a red-eyed face, a face sagging with weariness in a round-the-clock humanitarian effort. From their Communist masters, the Hungarians had heard much about the face...
Somehow, they had held on to a visceral faith. This, in Andau. was the moment of testing...
There was no air of Christmas holiday in Andau's refugee camp. Men, women and children slept in utter exhaustion on straw pallets. A middle-aged woman awoke with a start, already weeping. She stared around in hysterical terror. Near her, a young man gazed emptily at the ceiling, suddenly leaped from his mat, clutched a filthy rag to his mouth and ran for the door, vomiting as he went. A little girl danced happily around the room, holding a tattered rag doll to her breast, then sat down on the dirty floor and cried soundlessly, helplessly...