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...lungs. My sweat, picking up gas particles clinging to my clothes, burns my skin. Someone from the second floor above the gate pours a bucket of water on us. Blissful reprieve, even if it lasts only a few seconds. Eyes streaming, coughing, choking, spitting, we scrabble at the front door, battling to get through the narrow passageway, back into the madrasah, to safety...
...when potential action heroes seem to be either rugged '80s relics like Ford and Sylvester Stallone or sensitive thespians willing to double up on their bench presses like Tobey Maguire and Orlando Bloom, LaBeouf is that rarest of screen creatures, the scrappy kid next door. "Shia is within everyone's reach," says Spielberg. "He's every mother's son, every father's spitting image, every young kid's best pal and every girl's possible dream." With his giant brown eyes, lanky frame and indiscernible ethnicity (he's Jewish), he is a relatable foil for shiny robots and iconic heroes...
...Bosher, the apartment manager, first learned of Haneef's arrest following a knock on his door about 7.30am Tuesday morning. "It was a group of feds [Australian Federal Police agents], seven of them. I thought it couldn't be [Haneef] and then they showed me the warrant. It said it was in connection with the London bombings," says Bosher, who had rented Haneef the apartment close to the Gold Coast Hospital in September...
...Libya, the skeptics claim, was just a convenient political target at the time. The Scottish Commission considered and rejected this scenario. No one now expects that Western governments will seriously entertain the idea again. But by calling into question the evidence in the case, the SCCRC left the door open to the ever-popular and persistent conspiracy theories...
...signs of abundance that even the most jaded urbanite can decipher. The garden hoses hang limply on the wall, the rose bushes don't need constant coddling, the basil plant is big as a bush, and the potted fern is threatening to block the path to the front door. Everything is green, not gold this summer, except for the bag of plump, ripe tomatoes delivered by a neighor. Tomato vines love the rain. "It may well be a tomato year - a happy thought," writes Austin organic farmer Carol Ann Sayles from Boggy Creek Farm in her weekly email to customers...