Friday, February 15. It's getting dark. My wife, Jeanne, and I land at Okiecie, the Warsaw airport. The temperature is 19 degrees below freezing.
Toulouse, known as the cité rose because of the color of its walls, was the palest pink in October as the French Socialists held their congress there, the last before their inevita
All the ingredients are apparently there, but somehow the mayonnaise does not bind.
Although Sartre may be out of fashion, political co-existentialism is the main subject of speculation in Paris.
For the Western press the Chernobyl disaster was splendid copy, both sensational and anti-Soviet.
With Zbigniew Bujak, Bogdan Lis, Adam Michnik and their comrades out of jail, there is reason to rejoice.
It is a pleasure to watch, on both sides of the Atlantic, the professional prophets of "evil empire" now forced to perform their "agonizing reappraisals."
The hour has not yet struck for an offensive by the left in Western Europe.
The battle over French television is now being joined in earnest.
Wall Street did not simply drag Europe's exchanges down in its fall.