POLAND: The Joys of Private Enterprise

On Sept. 24, 1955, Stanislaw Lopuszynski walked into the office of a Warsaw doctor and complained of a pain in his head. He had good reason to complain: there was a bullet in his skull. After the slug was removed, police came to Lopuszynskrs bedside and patiently reconstructed his movements of the few previous days. Lopuszynski remembered driving near Cracow with a friend named Wladyslaw Mazurkiewicz after a night of heavy drinking. A loud explosion had suddenly awakened him from a snooze. "It's nothing," his companion had said. "I just wanted to scare...

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