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And the macabre trick played on her by a group of Palestinian fighters during an air attack. They had taken refuge in a bunker but refused to let her join them because she was a woman. Instead, they told her to hide alone in a shed that turned out to be an explosives depot.

The U.S. has been like a bad husband. It betrays me every day." "But you like Americans," her colleague insists. "Yes, of course, I love children." She answers.

‏I realized I had spent my youth dreaming of utopia, of an impossibility. I became convinced that socialism was the brother of communism, another face of communism. I concluded that, despite its seductive aspect, socialism could not be combined with liberalism. And so I changed my way of thinking. But my attitude toward social justice didn't change. It stayed in me like a thorn in my heart.

When they met, in 1967, the world was about to change forever. The following year, Soviet tanks quashed the revolution in Prague, and French students marched on the Sorbonne. "A bunch of idiots with long hair who pretend to build barricades without knowing why," Oriana opines contemptuously, considering them rich kids who are playing at revolution.