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.
Slogans sometimes succeed in conveying the mood of a period.
Is Europe, like Britain, swinging to the right?
Whatever the answer, the State Department
need not be haunted, for the time being, by the
ghost of Eurocommunism.
I thought I was going to the opulent city of Bologna, with its ancient red-brick palaces, for the funeral of the Italian Communist Party.
Boris Yeltsin celebrated the first anniversary of his reign in the mood of a satisfied yet rather puzzled survivor ("we jumped into the river not knowing how to swim...but we didn't drown").
On the evening of February 6 at Town Hall in New York City, various elements of the American left (spanning Gore Vidal and PATCO and including E.L.
The French socialist saga makes awkward reading for left-wingers. It has a wistful air of déjà vu.
Most French voters, judging by opinion polls, are bored with the current presidential campaign. No wonder.
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