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...refugees simply walked in the giant wooden doors of the Palais Lobkowicz, the elegant Baroque palace that houses the West German Embassy in Prague's ancient Mala Strana district...
Lawrence Malkin, the screened initiates are placed in the lotus position on the hard terrazzo veranda. Rajneesh enters in a floor-length white robe. One by one, the candidates for instant sanyas prostrate themselves before him and receive a 108-bead mala (necklace) with the guru's plastic-covered picture dangling like a locket, and a personalized tidbit of wisdom from the guru's lips. (To a psychotherapist: "You will need much work because a psychiatrist is more puzzled in a way than a psychotic. Lose control. Let it happen.") Each apostle also receives a new name. Henceforth...
...songs are dusty, and in many cases so are the singers: Who remembers Frankie Fanelli's Mala Femmana? With discount record outlets in most major cities, peddling warmed-over LP collections on TV would seem like a short cut to bankruptcy. Yet in two months Fiedler's two-minute pitch has sold over $1,000,000 worth of records. The Greatest Hits of Rock 'n' Roll has racked up $4,000,000 in sales, and Love Italian Style is nearing the $1,500,000 mark...
...lives inconspicuously: the Mala equivalent of the man in the gray flannel suit. A conservative if stylish dresser, he looks the part of the conventional real estate salesman that he claims to be. His split-level home in Brooklyn, where he lives with his wife, his two unmarried sons and a daughter, is scarcely distinguishable from other houses in the neighborhood. Hidden away in Orange County, N.Y., is a more appropriate setting for a Mafia boss: an extensive estate, complete with tennis courts, a swimming pool and a horseracing track. Colombo is also a skillful handball player and shoots golf...
...leaders met at the castle, 3,000 young people, mostly workers and high school students, swarmed up the narrow streets of the Mala Strana quarter to the gates of Hradcany. Waving red-white-and-blue Czechoslovak flags that they had torn from buildings festooned for the anniversary, the youths shouted what their elders no longer dared: "We want freedom!" "Better dead than shame!" When they spotted Soviet Ambassador Stepan Chervonenko's black Chaika limousine behind the barred iron grille of the castle, the crowd cried, "Russians, go home!" "We have the truth, they have the tanks!" For a moment...