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...hour after takeoff, Obacz roared over West Berlin's Checkpoint Charlie at rooftop level, landed at Tempelhof Airport, and requested political asylum. "I fled because I was fed up," Obacz said. "I was tired of pressure. I wanted to work toward truth. We want the right to travel where we want, the right of free speech, the right to work for a good cause...
...Poland with an abrazo for De Gaulle and a nice chat with old friends Prince Bernhard and Princess Irene of The Netherlands. West Berlin was on the agenda too, and there Mexico's "independent" foreign policy made sightseeing a drag. López Mateos had no time for Checkpoint Charlie, the Wall, or the memorial to 18-year-old Peter Fechter, killed last year by Red Grepos. Instead, Mexico's leader zoomed off to lay a wreath on the statue of the German naturalist Baron Alexander von Humboldt-onetime resident of Mexico and safely dead since...
...quiet afternoon at Checkpoint Charlie in West Berlin when suddenly a convoy of official cars raced up to the Wall from the Communist sector of the city. Out swarmed dozens of Russian security men around a familiar portly figure decked out in a black astrakhan cap and grey overcoat. It was Nikita Khrushchev all right, and he promptly proceeded to give one of his impromptu theatrical performances. Grinning broadly, he mugged for photographers, gaily waved a pudgy finger at the barbed wire and steel barrier, then ambled over for a chat with a busload of astonished Italian newsmen. Asking...
Last week, when the U.S. moved 1,500 infantrymen by highway into the divided city in a routine shift of regiments, there was not a moment of obstructionist delay at the Russian checkpoint. Ready to greet the fresh troops was a new U.S. West Berlin commandant. Major General James H. Polk, 51. Said Polk, in a message to West Berliners: "We are here to stay...
...windshield smashed, its passengers shaken, its cargo of coal and potatoes in every corner of the cab, the old bus finally lurched to a stop a few miles down the road where the Communists no longer mattered-at the U.S. checkpoint, a foot or two inside West Berlin...