Two performances seem to be taking place in parallel: one inside the theater with actors, and another in the streets outside with soldiers in green balaclavas and no recognizable insignia.
Two States, Three Countries, Four Opponents of Fracking
The Rosia Montana mine is one of the oldest mines in the world, but now it threatens to destroy the ancient village it long ago built.
At the end of 1989, when the Soviet Bloc was in its death throes, a miraculous healer appeared on TV. His name was Anatoly Kashpirovsky, a Ukrainian-born psychotherapist and self-appointed guru.
Or, How My Love of Belarusian Tractors Got Me Arrested by the KGB
Twenty years ago, the most grandiose political and social experiment of the twentieth century, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, came to an end.
As recently as 2005, Camp Bondsteel was purported to be a secret interrogation site for the American military. So why does predominantly Muslim Kosovo love it so much?
Taking cover from death, I live in a tomb. My CHU (Containerized Housing Unit) is tightly girded by twelve-foot-high concrete T-walls.
My Vietnamese name is Le Hoang Dung. My American name is Donald Lipscomb.
After the post-election glow, Baghdad is back in the real world. The streets are clogged with vehicles honking and people hawking.
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