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...time, the only place they now think of as home is their son's property at Australind, near Bunbury, 2,000 km down the road. "This beach area hasn't changed at all," says Wilson, fishing from the comfort of a deck chair. Wilson was a regular visitor to this beach when he worked at Newman's iron ore mine. Born in Wigan, England, he came to Australia in 1969. "But you definitely now see more people on the road around here." On the way north to Broome, the beaches offer solitude and bountiful sport fishing; it was in these...
...Look at that," Wallace says. "Isn't it weird lookin'?" He's brought his visitor to the Rockhampton Botanic Gardens, where his spider collection (300 of Australia's 1,500-plus species) now resides. "That's a bird-eater. A big one can eat a frog in five hours: it sucks the juices in and out." He points to a cluster of brown pods. "They're egg sacs. Each one might have 500 tiny spiders in it. They crawl out, let out a bit of silk and float away...
...Meanwhile, she tries to enjoy the Herzliyya beach and the mall nearby. But when she came across customers haggling over jewelry the other day, she couldn't stomach it. "Imagine, thinking about buying jewelry with everything that's going on. I don't want things to be normal." A visitor reminds her that she has just spoken of how much she longs for normalcy, for herself, for the state of Israel. "Thank you for reminding me," she says, and smiles...
...away Ferdinand Marcos, his family and entourage than the looters and the curious began to arrive. They found a half-eaten bowl of caviar and the hospital bed and medical equipment of a sick man. They gawked at the scores of pairs of shoes of a rich woman. One visitor was reminded of a line from the Japanese poet Basho: 'Autumn leaves, the remains of a samurai's dream' ... A few came to plunder and destroy. ONE MAN THREW A PHOTOGRAPH OF THE DEPARTED FIRST LADY INTO AN ORNAMENTAL FISH POOL. But mostly, since an invitation to the Malaca...
...Boulevard Diderot, but also with something more immaterial, yet of crucial value: a letter beginning with “To Whom it May Concern.” On fancy Veritas-watermarked paper, this short message was my admittance ticket to a number of locations that the average visitor to Paris is never to see. To enter the Institut, if one is not an immortal oneself, a personal recommendation from one of the elect is required. Yet, not counting among friends or acquaintances any member of the academies, I gingerly proffered my Cantabrigian parchment. After a series of formal exchanges...