Word: caf
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...neighborhood sheik. The Karams were invited, but decided not to go. As a man of the cloth, Simaan Dweihi was also present. As the various churchmen and family elders made their way toward the little parish church of Our Lady of Miziyara, their henchmen gathered in a nearby café, eying each other with the distrust common to the district...
...calm, sunny afternoon in Algiers the terrace cafés were filled with shirt-sleeved apéritif drinkers, and families lingered in the palm-shaded parks. At the Casino de la Corniche, perched on a cliff overlooking the blue Mediterranean, teenagers danced to the rhythms of Lucky Starways and his orchestra. In a nightmare of sudden sight and sound-a shattering blast, the music stopped in midflight, the thunder of a heavy explosion -the peaceful picture was erased. It was a time bomb under the orchestra platform. In a flash the tea danqe became a scene of death...
Actress Tallulah Banlchead switched to philosophy, found it so smooth that she fashioned a 120 proof pousse-café for readers of Esquire: On Elvis: "I hear that he's good to his mother and father, and I don't think for one moment that he's conscious of what he's doing." On sex: "We have it on the brain too much. That's no place for it." On the deity: "My own belief is actually very simple. I believe that if there isn't but one God, there...
Around a desk stacked high with books and papers Gonzalez paced endlessly, munching raisins, sipping water, drawing heavily on his own experiences as a member of a minority group. He told of being barred from a café table because he was a Mexican. "The Irish have a saying, 'It's easy to sleep on another man's wounds.' Well, what's the difference,? Mexican, Negro, what have you? The assault on the inward dignity of man, which our society protects, has been made." And this, he said, is an assault on the very idea...
Spring was as lovely as ever in Paris. Pale candle flames blossomed on the chestnut trees in the Champs Elysées, and the terrace cafés spread their chairs and tables out across the sidewalks again. Lovers exchanged lilies of the valley, and concierges, in good humor after the winter hibernation, restored their bird cages to outside window ledges. But beneath the soft blue sky, Paris was in torment; the war in Algeria was now like the Indo-China war at its worst. But unlike Indo-China in the days of Dienbienphu, no end, whether in defeat...