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...uniform, Albuquerque did even better. He had a four-room suite of offices in Rio, and branches in three other cities; he bought a newspaper, formed an export-import firm, owned a fleet of 66 taxicabs and four taxi planes, launched a trucking business and bought a partnership in an established car-selling agency. Hourly his 22 messengers dashed out to pay off felipetas. Albuquerque declared that his greatest desire was "to put a copy of the New Testament in the hand and heart of every Brazilian...
Some fell prey to a great, dull hopelessness. In Manhattan, where it often takes 15 minutes to go a block through trucks, cabs and darting pushcarts, a taxi driver said: "We're beat. We got expressions just like people in Europe. It used to be you could get into a fight, but now even truck drivers take the attitude: 'If you wanna hit me, hit me.' They don't even get out to look at a fender." But more often, people experienced a wild sense of frustration. Said Dr. J. P. Hilton, a Denver psychiatrist...
Early one morning last week a man approached a taxi driver in West Berlin and asked to be driven to the Senefelder Platz in the Soviet sector. The driver demurred, until the man offered a bonus of 20 marks ($4.76); then he consented. On the way, the passenger leaned forward and dropped a carton of U.S. cigarettes on the front seat. No sooner had the car stopped at the Senefelder Platz than two other men jumped in and seized the passenger, shouting: "At last we've nabbed you, you American cigarette racketeer." Driver and passenger were hustled...
...this stratagem, the Communist authorities came into possession of a taxi with West-sector markings and plates, which would attract no attention anywhere in free Berlin. Shortly after the fake pounce on the "cigarette racketeer," the taxi recrossed into the U.S. sector and stopped on the Gerichtstrasse, a quiet, linden-shaded street in a shabbily genteel neighborhood. The hour was still early. Punctually at 7:20, Dr. Walter Linse, 48, economic expert and No. 2 man of the Investigating Committee of Free Jurists, emerged from No. 12 Gerichtstrasse, on his way to work, and started briskly toward the El station...
...woman on the street screamed; the driver of a light delivery truck started in pursuit. The thugs in the taxi fired several shots at the truck and sprinkled in their wake tetrahedrons (sharp-pointed military devices for puncturing enemy tires). As the kidnap car careened around the last curve before reaching the sector line, the Communist Volkspolizei, alerted and waiting, lifted their barrier, and the taxi sped through without stopping, bearing Dr. Linse into the sinister maw of East Berlin...