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...very young. I'm more determined than ever to stay here." She reports she has learned to bake bread and saw and split firewood. For a while, she had human company: a male friend spent ten days on the island to help her build a wooden shack. Now, she is alone again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Modern Living: Life on De Witt | 1/10/1972 | See Source »

...good-time life she would like to think she's leading. She, like most of the "regulars" who show up that night, is a drifter whose fever to move on turns her into a garrulous, unattractive mama, every time she stops her trailer, her loneliness drives her to shack up with any man she can find, but her cares are always divorced from the present...

Author: By Sim Johnston, | Title: Williams' Barroom Brooding | 11/6/1971 | See Source »

What drove Solzhenitsyn beyond endurance was a recent KGB raid on the one-room shack that he had built with his own hands in the village of Rozhdestvo, 25 miles southwest of Moscow. The author often takes refuge there, to write and enjoy the peace of the countryside. That peace was abruptly broken two weeks ago by KGB agents who arrived at the shack in Solzhenitsyn's absence, apparently to set up a bugging apparatus and search for documents that they hoped might incriminate him. But a friend of the writer's, Alexander Gorlov, surprised them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SOVIET UNION: Beyond Endurance | 8/30/1971 | See Source »

...opium den was in a small bamboo shack. The interior was dark except for one lamp used for lighting the opium. Sleeping bodies lay on wooden benches along the walls. I lay down on one of the empty benches and an attendant handed me one end of a long, thin pipe. He stuffed the other end full of opium. pierced a hole in the center of it, and held it upside down over the lamp. He told me to draw as hard as I could until all the opium in the pipe was burnt up. I did this and exhaled...

Author: By Peter Shapiro, | Title: Hitching Through Laos Or, When is a Trail Not a Trail? | 6/7/1971 | See Source »

...LAST night in Luang Prabang I ate dinner in the bamboo shack of a Lao translator I had met in the U.S. Information Service office. We ate a typical meal of tasteless "sticky rice." coated vegetables and soup. We talked about the war, the Americans and the Pathet Lao. "Do you know what Pathet Lao means?" he asked...

Author: By Peter Shapiro, | Title: Hitching Through Laos Or, When is a Trail Not a Trail? | 6/7/1971 | See Source »

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