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...lamb survival rates are 85% inside the fence; 60% outside it. And there's no doubt which side he's on. Brought up on a farm in Victoria's Western District, Pekin took off on holiday in 1990 "and never went back." A hired hand on stations from Cameron Corner to the Pilbara, the dogger has fallen in love with the lure of long distance. "Oh, it's beautiful," he says. "When I camp out at night the skies are clear." One senses he is happiest when he can see forever...
...Moments later, the older barmaid slaps green paper napkins on the bar in front of her customers. "You're gonna get fed," she announces. In the corner of the service area, the blonde seems to be having some trouble with her upper clothing, and a barman is gallantly helping her. Out of the kitchen comes a giant silver tray of chicken wings, and the young lady emerges from behind the bar to offer around the tasty appetizers. Except now she's topless. Ah, so that's what...
...city was readying for a tourist influx, says Lina Shehayeb, a Lebanese-American who was in Beirut for a family vacation. When Shehayeb heard the news that two Israeli soldiers had been kidnapped by Hizballah, she didn't think twice about it. "I thought they might attack a Hizballah corner somewhere in the South, we didn't expect this kind of reaction." When the bombings began, she says, "everyone was totally shocked and disgusted...
...Fouad Wehbe sucks on his houka pipe at the Rawda coffee house around the corner from my apartment on Sharia Pakistan in Damascus, the irony of his current plight is not lost on him. Last year, Wehbe, 26, joined thousands of his countrymen on the streets of Beirut to call for an end to Syria's domination of his homeland, and threw a heady, vodka-fueled "Liberation Festival" in his Hamra apartment when they officially withdrew. Then, last Thursday, the graphic designer, his parents and brother paid a cabdriver $2,500 to drive them out of Beirut to the heart...
...living room and handed me the little leather square that contained my life. When I opened my wallet up I could hardly believe my eyes—every last bill was just as I had left it. Marty explained that he had seen the wallet out of the corner of his eye on the ground in Times Square. Without thinking twice, he raced past others to grab it. There was no question in his mind what he should do. He raced home and somehow found my home phone number. I didn’t know what to think...