The little Vietnamese official looked sadly across his desk in Hanoi's city hall. "The poor man will stay, and the rich man will go," he said. "I am neither, but I am a nationalist, and I therefore must goand I have lived here all my life." The 300-lb. French restaurateur popped an olive into his mouth: "I came to Hanoi in 1945 as a sergeant-cook. I now have $30,000 invested in my restaurant, and I'm staying until I have to leave." Cried the barefoot refugee in a three-room house where 23 people live: "I left my village two years ago because...
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