Wilted and liverish, his famed bounce almost gone, Nikita Khrushchev sweated grimly through the final week of his state visit to Egypt. He barely glanced at the Karnak temples, passed up the German-built steel mill near Cairo and even the star belly dancer at the Nile Hilton who, in deference to the Russian visitors, obeyed the usually ignored regulations by being swathed in silk from neck to ankles. Khrushchev's humor less, polemic speeches and their end less translations bored dwindling crowds in Cairo, Port Said and Alexandria.
They felt that Nikita might as well have gone back home after...
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