HUNGARY: It Could Happen to Anybody

Along the stretch of road leading from the Hungarian border post of Rajka to the Austrian frontier station at Nickelsdorf walked a man carrying a suitcase and a traveling bag. He was pale, with deep shadows under his eyes; every few moments, he paused to catch his breath. An official U.S. car drove up, and out jumped a U.S. diplomat. "How are you, Bob?" cried Hal Ekern of the U.S. High Commissioner's staff in Austria. "Let's go, let's get out of here."

The man with the suitcase said only: "Those dirty bastards . ....