Alberto Fujimori was alone in his hotel room in Tokyo--just the disgraced Peruvian ex-President and a sad-looking plate of grapes and bananas. No handlers, no translators, no security. He clicked on a tape recorder himself. He hungrily peeled a red grape before popping it into his mouth. He cut a relaxed figure for someone who had just lost his country. It was time for the interview. "Where is your photographer?" he asked, sounding disappointed. What Fujimori cared about most was appearing on the cover of TIME. "For the cover maybe it would be better outside in the garden," he said.
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