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...went quietly. A prison warden swung open the door to his 36-sq.-ft. cell and told him it was time to go. "Where?" Slobodan Milosevic asked softly. "The Hague," said the warden. Milosevic nodded, changed from his sweatsuit to an open-necked shirt, and joined his armed escort. They made their way through the central prison's corridors toward a small rear door, where a white-and-blue police van was waiting. He was whisked to a helicopter pad outside Belgrade and met by agents from the United Nations war-crimes tribunal. Six and a half hours later...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Long Walk To Justice | 7/9/2001 | See Source »

...tickets. Caroline, of course, wants everything in sight. I veto a small bat, which I imagine her using on her infant brother Jack, and also a souvenir ball because it's too hard. In consolation she winds up with a bright red bear wearing a Spinners T-shirt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Caroline's First Game | 7/3/2001 | See Source »

...poster is pasted in the windows of the four shops in the waiting area and on the outside of the door of the first class lounge. I asked the man behind the bar in the food shop if he had any copies to spare. "Send me a T-shirt from your country and I will give you this one," he offered. I promised him I would and he carefully took down the poster and handed it to me. I wandered back to my travelling companions and showed them my prize...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Liberia: The Significance of a Poster War | 7/3/2001 | See Source »

...airport snafu laughed and winked once the policeman was out of earshot. They know that Taylor is far from an innocent aggrieved party. What matters to them is jobs and prosperity. "The big man wants you to have it," one said to me, smiling. "Just remember the T-shirt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Liberia: The Significance of a Poster War | 7/3/2001 | See Source »

Champalal Changoiwala still goes to work in the mornings. Wearing a crisp button-down shirt, his silver hair combed into a neat part, he makes his way to the crumbling colonial edifice of the Calcutta Stock Exchange on Lyons Range, an alleyway that teems with beggars, food hawkers and fortune tellers. In his windowless office on the ground floor, he puts in eight-hour days, working the phones and scouring the financial pages for that next big investment...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Out of Stock | 7/2/2001 | See Source »

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