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...migrants, all bearing suitcases and shopping bags crammed with their worldly belongings, sit outside for hours waiting to board trains home. On Nov. 26, Zhang De Jun, 35, was one of them. For 10 years, he said, he worked in a sweater factory not far from Dongguan. His wife, seated next to him, worked at a toy factory. Both had lost their jobs. Like millions of other migrants, Zhang said each month he had sent part of his salary of 2,000 RMB home to his extended family, who live outside Chongqing in Sichuan province. Asked what he will...
...Then I decided to give up and wait. But first, I left messages for my wife and four children to say goodbye. Then I checked my mail and found this outpouring of support and affection, especially from my colleagues at my firm. I got myself something to eat from the mini-bar - in all I had water, soft drinks, three plums, two biscuits and two small Toblerones in two days. I wasn't scared, really, though I was anxious...
Last month a baby was shot dead in an inner suburb of East Timor's capital, Dili. His father, a policeman, had returned home from his shift and put his pistol atop a cupboard before lying down for a nap. A short time later, his frantic wife burst into the room, saying their six-year-old son had hold of the gun. Then a shot rang out. Rushing outside, the couple found their youngest child, a six-months-old boy, dead from a bullet wound...
...that another - and very different - Icelander is stepping in to take their place on the world stage. His name is Erlendur Sveinsson, and he's a gloomy, introverted and thoroughly unhappy man who dislikes the way Iceland has been modernizing. His family life is a mess, with a divorced wife who refuses to talk to him, a drug-addict daughter and a moody son. And his idea of a good evening's entertainment is sitting at home to read historical accounts of travelers who went missing in Arctic blizzards...
...when they are coming and going but to be fiercely skeptical in between. I've been feeling sorry for Bush lately, a feeling partly induced by recent fictional depictions of the President as an amiable lunkhead in Oliver Stone's W. and in Curtis Sittenfeld's terrific novel American Wife. There was a photo in the New York Times that seemed to sum up his current circumstance: Bush in Peru, dressed in an alpaca poncho, standing alone just after the photo op at the Asia Pacific Economic Cooperation forum, with various Asian leaders departing the stage, none of them making...