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Just before nine every morning Anna Vasilikhina leaves the fourth-floor apartment where she has lived for more than 30 years - and where her husband was murdered by looters 14 months ago - and walks to her job as head nurse in a nearby children's clinic. Like nearly every other building in Grozny, her five-story block was largely destroyed during the Russian assault in January 2000, and only one other family still lives on her staircase. The hall, however, is neatly swept, and chalked in an authoritative hand on the door of each empty apartment is a notice: "Checked...
...makes her way through the bombed-out courtyard with the water pump in the middle - Grozny has no running water and no electricity - to the end of the block, then turns left toward the clinic, which stands in a patch of open ground. There she passes a fresh grave amid the garbage. It contains two bodies, burned beyond recognition, that locals discovered recently in the grounds of a nearby kindergarten. The residents buried them there and surmise they were killed during a military raid. No one was surprised by the discovery: as another resident of the courtyard, a pretty teenager...
...only things atypical about Anna are that she is an ethnic Russian - she came here with her family as a small girl in 1946 - and she has a job. The clinic's staff has not been paid since August, and it survives without any appreciable help from the Russians or their Chechen allies. But work there probably keeps Anna sane. And as she and a colleague talk about their lives these days, she pauses and says what nearly everyone here says sooner or later: "What a great city this...
...Ghent's master plumbers and professional biochemists alike to contribute to his excretory vision, and during last autumn's show at Antwerp's Museum of Contemporary Art, he says, "everybody went with the kids to see the shit machine on a Sunday." In Belgium, he can even find a clinic that lets him take after-hours x-rays of his friends' sexual frolics, which he turns into stained-glass windows. Elsewhere he figures his work would be frustrated by scandalmongers and parsed to death by the politically correct. "In Belgium we're not pretentious enough to think we can change...
...that's what doctors do. A patient visiting Barlow's Boston clinic is first assessed for the presence of a specific phobia and then guided through an intensive day or two of graduated exposure. People who are afraid of syringes and blood, for example, may first be shown a magazine photo with a trace of blood depicted in it. Innocuous photos give way to graphic ones, and graphic ones to a display of a real, empty syringe. Over time, the syringe is brought closer, and the patient learns to hold it and even tolerate having blood drawn...