Kwasniewski the Red versus Walesa the gravedigger of Communism--the duel for Poland's presidency is being presented as if it were the old drama all over again.
On September 29 French viewers watching the news were offered a bloody Hollywood thriller as an extra. It was the end of a long manhunt.
Orwell had it right. It is not enough to obey Big Brother. You must love him, too.
The French socialist saga makes awkward reading for left-wingers. It has a wistful air of déjà vu.
Four drunken Polish youths, four distant, misty figures, acrobatically avoid a fall, then vanish mysteriously into the fog.
Capitalism is re-entering Russia dripping with blood. Whether Boris Yeltsin's successful putsch will extend his reign remains to be seen.
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.
For the next weeks and months the eyes of the world
will be focused on Poland, where events are now unfolding at an unexpectedly dramatic pace.
On Sunday, October 27--the future as I write this--the Poles will elect their two houses of Parliament, for the first time in an entirely free vote.