In the modestly furnished living room of a Gdansk apartment, the little man with a flowing reddish-brown mustache chain-smokes Polish cigarettes as he chats with a group of visitors. His slender, brunette wife is in the kitchen preparing Sunday dinner as his six children, ranging in age from eleven years to four months, scamper about the flat. At one moment he glances briefly at a flickering TV screen, chuckles as Laurel and Hardy fall out of bed, then resumes his conversation. Six months ago, Lech
Walesa (pronounced Va.h-wen-sah) was an unemployed electrician. Today,...
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