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...Memento, a severely disturbed Guy Pearce wonders if “the world disappears when you close your eyes.” I hope that the severely disturbed career of Mike Tyson is over by the next time I open mine...
...June 1999 under NATO bombardment and peacekeeping forces arrived to establish a U.N. administration, Serbs who had been expelled from other parts of Kosovo made a last stand in the city. Mitrovica, which lies only two dozen kilometers from Serbia, is highly prized because of its massive Trepca coal mine. Clashes between Albanians and Serbs have left dozens killed and many more wounded. Former U.N. Ambassador Richard Holbrooke once called Mitrovica "the most dangerous place in Europe." In many ways, it still...
...like in many other regions in today's post-Taliban Afghanistan, the local political infighting often intersects with charges and counter-charges of Talib connections. Take warlord Mohammed Younis, for example. "He was saying he was chief of this district, he was saying this district is mine. He wanted to take it by force," says Uruzgan shura chairman Haji Sofi Mohammed Halim. Days before the U.S. attack, Younis had lost out in acrimonious local power struggle. But it may have been his possible links to very senior Taliban leaders that help explain the events at Uruzgan...
...underneath wintry trees at the far end of the diplomatic compound. The resident bomb-disposal expert decided to wait until dawn before venturing out of the fortified embassy to investigate. That's what makes him an expert. The explosion was only a decoy. The real killer was a land mine that was invisible in the dark but was spotted in the daylight half buried. Says Corporal Matthew Roberson of the Marine antiterrorist unit at the embassy: "It looked like somebody did it so we'd come running out and step on the mine...
Everyone has their own story about Suzanne M. Pomey ’02, the well-known Winthrop senior accused of stealing a hefty chunk of cash from the Hasty Pudding Theatricals. Mine concerns invisibility—specifically, my own. We had good friends in common, Suzanne and I, and so we saw each other at parties, in Winthrop suites, at bars, on the street. But we never spoke to one another, beyond the barest pleasantries. Or, more aptly, she never spoke...