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Around 1990, Potrykus hooked up with Gary Toenniessen, director of food security for the Rockefeller Foundation. Toenniessen had identified the lack of beta-carotene in polished rice grains as an appropriate target for gene scientists like Potrykus to tackle because it lay beyond the ability of traditional plant breeding to address. For while rice, like other green plants, contains light-trapping beta-carotene in its external tissues, no plant in the entire Oryza genus--as far as anyone knew--produced beta-carotene in its endosperm (the starchy interior part of the rice grain that is all most people...
...midafternoon, trucks loaded with South Korean soldiers holding branches over their heads, as if those sprigs could camouflage them from enemy aircraft, were lumbering through Seoul's dusty, potholed streets. And by nightfall, evacuation of embassy families had begun. Fortuitously, a Norwegian freighter with accommodations for 12 passengers lay at anchor in the seaport of Inchon. Crammed into the ship's hold as it sailed the next morning for safety in Japan were a couple of hundred women and children, including missionary wives and others. Everything in the world that my wife and I owned--clothing, furniture, books, pictures...
...Western-style bungalow on a hillside where we set up a makeshift embassy had housed an American military adviser. Where his Korean army unit was now could only be guessed. In a parting gesture, he had smashed the typewriter, and broken keys littered the floor. Exhausted, I lay down among them. When I awoke, the American ambassador, John Muccio, a tough Italian American, was pacing the darkened room, pounding his fists together gleefully, repeating over and over, "We're coming in, we're coming in." President Truman had acted. Korea's war was now America...
...Lay out articles of clothing one at a time...
...have, ensnared in a cultural Venus fly trap slowly eating away at your former self. And more unsettling than a vindaloo--fiery hot with cinnamon, cardamom, cumin and peppercorns--is the suspicion that, innocent and unaware, I was anesthetized by an urban predator, and now must lay paralyzed as the city alters my very being...