An outsider in Bucharest last week might have got the idea that Communists were still one big happy family, instead of the dirty, low-down Peking Factionalists and the lousy, no-good Moscow Deviationists they accuse each other of being. For there, on the shore of a moon-bathed lake, dignitaries of 14 Communist states gathered under a festively striped canvas tent, nibbled caviar and quaffed Rumanian champagne and Riesling in mellow tribute to the city's "liberation" by the Red army in 1944. And there, sharing the head table, were none other than Red China's...
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