Word: east
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Nixon (loudly but with evident impatience): Is Poland your country? Is Hungary your country? Is East Germany your country? Then why do you have troops there...
...crowded last days of war, May 1945, a convoy of Nazi trucks, speeding away from the advancing U.S. troops, was hastily abandoned in upper Austria, 37 miles east of Germany's Berchtesgaden. One stalled truck yielded 23 chests crammed with expertly forged British ?5 and ?10 notes with total face value of several million dollars. At a lake near by, bank notes tossed overboard from a second truck began to float ashore. In the months that followed, U.S. Navy divers and British frogmen plunged to the 200-ft. to 250-ft. depths of Austria's Toplitz Lake...
...greatest escape artist in history, and for Harry Houdini, existence itself was a search for escape. First he had to break away from his family; life on Manhattan's East Side as Ehrich Weiss, son of scholarly Rabbi Mayer Weiss, was not for him. So he studied the memoirs of French Magician Robert Houdin, changed his own name to Houdini, learned a little clumsy sleight of hand, and started to play the dime museums and carnivals that flourished in the late 19th century. He was a flop, and he had to break out of that situation, too. He concentrated...
...moon had waned, the seasonal rains had begun to fall, it was time for the planting of rice, and throughout the Far East last week, Buddhists were bowed in prayer. They had flocked to their temples carrying offerings of flowers and incense, and many had journeyed to Nakorn Pathom (meaning First City), 40 miles west of Bangkok, to honor the local temple's huge, pumpkin-colored, glazed stupa (tower) that marks the site of Buddhism's establishment in Thailand 21 centuries ago. The occasion: Purima Pansa, the three-months-long Buddhist Lent that gives many of the devout...
...also one of the least visited. The sere, solemn world of Leptis Magna lies 76 desert miles east of Tripoli on Libya's Barbary Coast, reachable only by primitive bus or costly taxi. There are no guards in sight, and visitors often go home with a bit of the Classical Age in their pockets-usually a marble shard. It is possible for a traveler to ramble through this forest of fluted stone and broken stone bodies for hours without meeting anything at all of the present except himself, the burning...