Word: frontiere
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Hotel in Rawalpindi to welcome Wali Khan to the city. After three days of talks, the two men reached an agreement that will ease the strain-at least temporarily-on the tenuous unity of Pakistan's four remaining provinces, including Wali's strongholds of Baluchistan and Northwest Frontier...
...freezing rain lashed an old farmhouse on Pakistan's northwest frontier, the leader of the country's 6,000,000-member Pathan community, Khan Abdul Wali Khan, huddled over a stove and talked politics with several grizzled elders. In words as dark and foreboding as the winter night, he hinted that Pakistan, already defeated, divided and demoralized, might be veering toward further fragmentation. "We refuse to be treated like East Pakistan," the tall, gray-maned Wali told TIME Correspondent Dan Coggin, referring to the Frontier and Baluchistan provinces where his pro-Soviet National Awami Party predominates. He refused...
...possibility-though no more than that as yet-in the aftermath of last December's war with India. Since then, continued martial law has provided a focus for the historic nationalism of the warlike Pathan and Baluch tribesmen. Russian-supplied automatic rifles are being smuggled across the frontier from Afghanistan, evidently destined for the 6,000-strong Zalme Pakhtoon (Pathan Youth). A bloody riot erupted in Quetta, a city in Baluchistan, after Prime Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto appointed governors for the two provinces from his own party, despite the fact that the National Awami Party holds majorities...
...still couldn't keep up with the times. Forced into retirement in 1968, he sat in his study on Lake Starnberg with a death mask of Frederick the Great looking down and wrote his memoirs (due out later this year) rather like Buffalo Bill after the frontier went thataway. For spying, like everything else, has gone automated...
...film. The short studio roads flow together soundlessly, and it is easy to become disoriented, moving with only a few steps from a brownstone-lined street in little old New York to the quaint cobbled "place" of a French provincial village to the log-fenced parade ground of some frontier outpost. But somehow, out of this bizarre juxtaposition of different times and styles and places comes a strange imaginative unity. In the night and the silence, all the startling, various images are bound together by their common status as dreams...