One evening last week a well-dressed woman walked casually into the powder room of Caracas' Hotel Tamanaco, the favorite Venezuelan hotel for well-heeled U.S. tourists and businessmen. Minutes after she left, a thunderous explosion blew out the powder-room walls, shattered glass in the lobby, wrecked the interior of the cocktail lounge and injured five persons. Timed to coincide with the Tamanaco blast, a hail of fire from machine guns and mortars poured into an army motor pool on the other side of town. Troops returned the fire, and for two hours many of the expectant mothers in a nearby...
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