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...wife and two children live in a spare, two-room apartment of about 30 sq. yds. provided by his school. The bathroom is down the hall. In the smaller room the kids share a bed under a Michael Jackson poster. On the wall above the sink and the small stove are a calendar and a photo of the New York City skyline. "It's not much," says Bi, but the subsidized rent is only $4 a month...
...bucket brigades along with stooped, old, long-bearded men in long black coats and skullcaps. Apartment houses whose sides had been ripped out earlier in the day were now ravaged by flames. An old woman stood in front of the ruins of her home, a teakettle steaming on her stove but fire coming from the burning building. There was a skeleton on an iron bedstead nearby. She was dazed and poking in the hot ashes. Nearby a little boy was playing with a football -- all he had saved. The bodies of 14 horses were smoking and smelling in the street...
Despite occasionally receiving a low grade for an acrid vinaigrette or undercooked chicken, the students get kicks of their own. Henry Hirsch, 26, sometimes forgets that there is a world beyond the kitchen door as he sautes lamb over the hot stove at L'Ecole. "You get sick of the food back here," says Hirsch, a photographer who wants to open a restaurant of his own. "Then you look out into the dining room, and people are actually enjoying it." Especially at those prices...
Never mind that the hot stove league sounded more like a pot boiler with stories of the Wade Boggs extramarital affair. The opening pitch in the 51 degree chill had the atmosphere of a fall playoff and the cheers--even for Boggs--from the sellout crowd seemed to indicate that the team's dismal start was forgotten, if only...
Nestled in a tidy, working-class area just three miles away is Mandela House, a residential program founded by Thomas over a year ago for crack- addicted pregnant women. In a cozy five-bedroom home that smells of baby powder and food cooking on the stove, fingers that recently clutched glass crack pipes now rest upon distended bellies. From a back room floats the sound of a baby's cry and a soft, throaty voice singing, "Runaway child, runnin' wild, / . . . go back home where you belong./ You're lost in the great big city...