The email came from a stranger. “Dear Mr. Temple,” it said. “My name is Andrea Paiss, and I live in Budapest, Hungary. I do not know whether I write to the right person. I just hope so.”
It reached me in San Francisco on January 1, 2020, and told of a “Granny,” then 92, who wanted to know what had happened to her cousin Lorant Stein. Andrea had found a document online about Lorant in the Central Database of
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Eating alone began as a matter of circumstance.
In the spring of 2020, as my world shrunk to the square footage of my apartment, food became a mode of injecting pleasure and delight into an otherwise bleak and lonely period of my life. I frequently ordered pizza from my favorite local spot in Washington, D.C.; I sampled different brands of instant ramen; I baked loaves of banana bread. In some ways, this routine was familiar. In high school, after
On November 23, 1963, the morning after he swore the oath of office in an impromptu ceremony aboard Air Force One, President Lyndon B. Johnson called Bob Waldron to commiserate about the colossal burden that had just been placed upon his shoulders.
A native of Arp, Texas, a town of fewer than 1,000 inhabitants some 125 miles east of the city where Johnson’s predecessor, John F. Kennedy, had just been assassinated, Waldron, 36, was an administrative assistant for
As Kristin Meyer set up her merchandise booth at the Anime NYC convention last November, she was sure she’d be exposed to the coronavirus at some point during the three-day event. “Getting that many people together in one spot, the chance that absolutely no one had COVID was zero,” she says.
Meyer was one of hundreds of artists who paid for a space to sell their art in the convention’s Artist Alley. Many signed up, despite getting a cold or
Sir John Bell, a medical expert at the University of Oxford, said he is not convinced the Government is ‘going to learn any major lessons’, warning that ‘no action’ has been taken so far to ‘make things better next time’
The UK appears to have learned nothing from the Covid crisis and has taken ‘no action’ to prepare for the next pandemic, a former top Government scientific adviser warned today.
Oxford University’s Sir John Bell, who served as Boris Johnson’s
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BERLIN — I remember feeling ashamed to be German. I was sixteen years old when I first saw the “Holocaust” miniseries on television. It was the first time I saw my country’s greatest disgrace. The pictures from concentration camps, the starving internees, the piles of corpses and the touching story of the Weiss family — I didn’t understand how “the Germans” could do such a thing, how they
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Michael Learned, der viermalige Emmy-Gewinner, der für seine Darstellung der Matriarchin Olivia Walton in der 70er-Serie „The Waltons“ bekannt ist, hat sich der Besetzung von „Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story“ angeschlossen, bestätigte Deadline. Die limitierte Serie über den Serienmörder, die von Ryan Murphy und Ian Brennan gemeinsam kreiert wurde, hatte im vergangenen Herbst von Netflix grünes Licht erhalten.
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A Ukranian man who violently lost his wife and two children in a Russian mortar strike says that he learned of their deaths by seeing a photo on Twitter of their lifeless bodies lying in the street.
On Sunday, March 6, Serhiy Perebyinis watched the geolocation of his wife’s phone change from their house in Irpin to a hospital in Kyiv — and after turning to Twitter for more information, he was soon faced with a graphic image of his
I was eating tandoori chicken at Shalimar Restaurant in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco on a school night when I received a call from my aunt, Yasmeen, who said my parents had been arrested.
Earlier in the morning, a dozen armed FBI agents had raided our home in Fremont, California; dragged my parents out of bed; handcuffed them while they were in their pajamas, and drove them to the county jail in Oakland. There was even a helicopter circling
