In the living room of his unheated home, burly Vladimir Dedijer paced the floor like an angry but befuddled bear. "I won't even tell you what they've been doingit's bad taste to go into it," he said. "But I can tell you I've learned to use my feet since the car was taken away.
I can ride buses and streetcars too. We don't care about going to clubs . . . We have our own friends." But 40-year-old Vladimir Dedijer (pronounced Dayd-yer), devoted Communist, had no friends who could, or would, help him...
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