Word: yugoslavs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...city of such glorious materialistic consumption that some first-time visitors are stunned. For instance, in 1963 a young actor named William Campbell met and fell in love with a Yugoslav sociologist while he was in Yugoslavia making a film. He married the woman. Tereza Campbell picks up the story today: "We were flying into L.A., me for the first time. Our song at that time was the one that went, 'Take my hand, I'm a stranger in paradise.' We were humming it, holding hands, and I looked down and saw all these beautiful blue spots...
Want to sell DC-9s for Yugoslav hams, beer and machine tools, or frozen New Zealand lamb for Iranian oil? How about U.S. jet fighters for Greek cement, or a 150 million-year-old Mongolian dinosaur skeleton for West German cars...
...quite so sharp. Max Julen, 22, the Swiss technician who won the G.S., was not unheard of, if one followed skiing closely. And Bronze Medalist Andreas Wenzel, Hanni's brother, was a star. The big roar of applause was not for Julen or Wenzel, however. It was for Yugoslav Jure Franko, the tall, good-looking G.S. specialist who won the silver, the first medal of any kind the Yugoslavs had ever won in a Winter Olympics. The 21-year-old Franko is less well known than Yugoslav Slalom Stars Bojan Krizaj and Boris Strel, who finished ninth and fifth...
...just been all that I hoped, they're more. Maybe the American luge team didn't win any medals, but medals aren't what the Olympics are all about. We're cracking the top ten, and that's nice." A few days ago, a Yugoslav said to her, "Think of it, you're the 15th best in the whole world." Think...
When the best Yugoslav ski jumper, Primoz Ulaga, 21, took his turn on the 70-meter sliding board, the pines of Malo Polje seemed outnumbered by fans. The hills echoed with "U-lah-gah, U-lah-gah," probably the loudest timpani in all the long history of men and banana peels. The amazing noise brought Ulaga out of the chute splendidly, but the track's icy grooves were too narrow to contain such enthusiasm. Backing up in mid-air like a duck in the path of buckshot, Ulaga flapped in every direction until he put down gracelessly...