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...Victoria is pretty, very thin, 13 and loves to dance. She has been en pointe for a year. Hers is the collected smile, extended neck and slightly out-toeing gait of a serious ballerina. I can guess why she's in my office: her foot hurts. She walks without pain, goes to school, even gets through gym class pretty comfortably-but she can't dance. A big dance recital is coming up-dancers from the famous ballet company in the city will be there to watch her-and she wants to be "back to normal" by then...
...they took their business to Africa. Oligopolistic pricing is so pronounced in some sectors--like telecom, dominated by Carlos Slim, one of the world's richest men--that it is hurting Mexico's competitiveness. "The key to being successful in business in Mexico is to have little competition. I guess everyone in the world wants this, but the problem is that the state cannot foster that if you want to be a successful country," says Adolfo Hellmund, a former economic adviser to López Obrador who used to work at ALFA, another Monterrey firm. "They are our Rockefellers and Carnegies...
...outside Fallujah, the bag fell out of his pocket and blew away. "I thought it was long gone," he says. A week later, while "out in the middle of nowhere," he noticed a plastic bag and picked it up. The underwear was inside. "I couldn't believe it. I guess it was a sign because, sure enough, when I got back, me and my wife got married. I deployed again to Iraq, and I figured I should bring it with me. After all, if it found its way back to me, maybe it could guide me back...
...through to the gallows, the executioners were surprised at how defiant Farid was as he faced his own death. When asked to verify his identity before they put the rope around his neck, Farid said, "That's me, so what." "That guy was ready to go to hell, I guess," says a government official...
...this way, his vaudevillean scenes of suburbia are the ultimate self-portraits, their bright exteriors hinting at shadowy, unknowable lives that the viewer can only guess at. In Arkley's case it was a long-term heroin addiction, which finally claimed his life. But his surviving work asks us to leave our final judgment open, which is what distinguishes him from that more cynical chronicler of the everyday, John Brack. Instead, we are left with a glimmer of mirth, irony perhaps, but not least of all affection for what takes place behind the masquerade of suburban life...