From Paris for Ahtisaari
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
IT was on Saturday two weeks ago, when the sun was about to break at dawn, at Le Bourget Airport. A motorcade escorted by patrol cars broke the silence, winding between a number of parked personal jets. Two tracker dogs, handled by fully-armed guards, sniffed the baggage. However, there were no immigration officials checking passports—at least there were none who met with me.
Less than 30 minutes later, the Boeing Business Jet (BBJ), which was
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