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...Bas Wie frantically coiled himself up, the spinning tire struck him, laying bare one of his shoulder blades. Bleeding, scorched by flame and chilled by the prop wash, Bas Wie mercifully lost consciousness. For three hours his body stayed so firmly wedged within the struts that it did not fall out even when the big wheel went down again. When the crew found him "just hanging there," Bas Wie seemed close to death...
...young Bas Wie remembered the happier days of the bighearted Australians, who not only drove the Japanese away, but gave him candy, bully beef and rides in their trucks, until it was time for them to go home. One night in August 1946 Bas Wie thought of his old friends again as he nursed the raw bruise on his belly where the cook had, as he did so often, just kicked...
Scorched & Frozen. A few minutes later, unaware of their small passenger, the crew came aboard and the plane took off. As the ship cleared the runway, Bas Wie's nightmare began. Near him an exhaust pipe spouted orange flame. Freezing propeller blasts whipped his thin shirt, but probably saved him from being overcome by engine fumes. And, to his horrified surprise, the retracting big wheel began to rise to crush him. Fighting back his panic, Bas Wie scrambled into the only possible place of safety-a space ten inches deep and 20 inches high, between a fuel tank...
...also to become accustomed to hearing of newspapers being seized by police, to seeing politically controversial books being sold under the counter, to seeing anti-Semitic slogans (A bas les juifs!) scrawled on walls. To live in France today is, in some neighborhoods, to take the rafle (police dragnet) for granted, to pass quickly by when the black wagons swing into the curb and the burly cops close in on a cafeé and tap each customer for his papers. It is to read, in the influential Le Monde, Editor Beuve-Meéry's melancholy series Simple Thoughts...
...result is a series of thin marble cutouts, rubbed pebble-smooth, that sometimes suggest chic mannequin sil houettes, and sometimes ancient Gaulish coins. Hajdu also produces metal bas-reliefs, which he calls "orchestrations of light and shade," that bring to mind the pulsations of a Spanish dance or the interlocking vapor trails of high-flying jets. At best they reflect the inspiration he found in the art of ancient Mesopotamia, to create a world "real in facts but invented in forms...