To the dazed eyes of Hungarian refugees in Andau. a small Austrian border town east of Vienna, the awful majesty of the United States of America was seen in the face of a bureaucrat. It was a stern face, a doubting face, and behind it lay the answer as to whether each particular refugee could find haven in the U.S. The tired, dazed refugee could hardly be expected to notice that it was also a red-eyed face, a face sagging with weariness in a round-the-clock humanitarian effort. From their Communist masters, the Hungarians had heard much about the faceĀall...
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