Word: cars
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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From a wooden watchtower jutting out of the barren, frost-coated countryside, a Russian soldier leaned against his .50-cal. machine gun and peered through field glasses at an approaching car. As it neared the gate, two other Soviet soldiers threateningly waved it back with the barrels of their attack rifles. This was the Milovice-Mlada military reservation, where some 20,000 occupation troops have taken up residence about 25 miles north of Prague. With perhaps 300 tanks in their "panzer park," a supply system that brings in everything from candy bars to jet fuel, and a booming...
...Chinese press tells the tale of a woman teacher, educated in the Soviet Union, who had never been to the rural areas and who feared to cross a particular wooden bridge. She has now learned to lug 60-lb. loads on a car rying pole across that bridge, thanks to the peasants. "What I learned in the So viet Union was nothing but stinking bourgeois thinking," she is quoted as saying. "I was unable to carry things on a pole. To go on in this way would lead to the quagmire of revisionism...
...worth of clothes they had shoplifted. In San Francisco, a family of 1 5 - including mother, broth ers, sisters and cousins - swept through a department store and collected hundreds of dollars worth of goods. Detectives who trailed them found that the father was waiting outside in the family car with the motor running...
...every station, sixty people from your overcrowded car elbow their way off, and another seventy push in from the station to get on. Towards the end of the trip, as your back begins to stick to the disintegrating leather of the old upright seats, the sunrise lights up the outskirts of the miserable border town of Nuevo Laredo, sweltering colorlessly in the semi-desert of Northern Mexico...
...first deliberately subdued chapters, I found the novel completely engrossing. By the mid-point I was entirely under Lowry's spell. The distractions of each station-stop became intertwined with the awesome experience of discovering Malcolm Lowry. A small pig urinated on my duffle bag, right there in the car. Lowry's Consul awoke from a drunken stupor, trying to focus on the scorpion in front of him, stringing itself to death...