Among the 434 European immigrants who landed in Chile this summer was a plump, dreamy-eyed little man named Edward Sienkiewicz. His greying hair was as long as Liszt's; his hands were uncallused and he carried a cello. But the card on his lapel said that he was an expert on fishing, and so he was listed in the catalogue of immigrants' skills.
At first, when representatives of Chilean fishing companies began calling at the immigrant pen in Santiago's National Stadium to talk jobs with him, Edward Sienkiewicz thought it a big joke. Yes,...
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