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...show’s score, though used sparingly, enhances the production’s chilling tone. In Katurian’s confession scene, a spooky, romping rock riff injects the play with electric energy. At other times, the faint, haunting sounds of a children’s choir waft over Katurian narrating his horrid tales or characters recounting painful memories...
...were splattered around the bomb site, small spheres of color in contrast to the blackened rubble. It kept cutting through the smells of charred vehicles and humans as I watched the aftermath, waiting in vain to speak to a mother whose daughter was rushed to the hospital. It would waft toward me on the breeze of what could have been a normal January afternoon. The orange smell was tart, from fruit not yet ripe, shaken early from the trees by the blast and scattered whole, split and squashed amidst the debris...
...just Bloomberg’s story: It’s the story of New York City. Manhattan may be New York State’s thinnest county, but the culinary temptations are everywhere. Countless pizza places leave the door open for the smell of fresh bread to waft outside, as thick slices with countless toppings sit on display. In Times Square, bright flashing ads of M&Ms bombard tourists as they gape upward, extra-large sodas in hand...
...basics, and the Bible, with a visit to the Chapel of Ananias. This is the house where Saul (later Saint Paul) was baptized after being healed of blindness. Wander down Straight Street (also referred to as Via Recta), and allow the scent of cardamom and roasting coffee to waft you back to Ottoman trading days. Gaze at the stalls selling damask roses and leeches. Step into the 18th century courtyard of Khan Suleiman Pasha, once a caravansary on the Silk Road...
...Trees, New Growth Head east from Monrovia, past Firestone, the U.S. rubber giant's worker town, past Smell-No-Taste, a town known in years past for the fine cooking aromas that would waft in from a nearby expatriate housing colony, down a 50-mile (80 km) stretch of road whose potholes can swallow a small car, and you'll come to Buchanan. When Joel Strickland, 47, first visited Liberia three years ago to scout for opportunities, he was a partner in a Toronto hedge fund. In Buchanan, Strickland was struck by the number of moribund rubber plantations. Untended during...