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The Plight of the Kosovar
The Black Birds of Kosova
The Onset of Cultural Imperialism
The Defrosted War
Russia's Role in a Brave, New World
The Bones of the Grenadier
Endgame in the Balkans
Millenarian Thoughts about Kosovo
NATO's Next War
Why did Milosevic Surrender?
The Deadly Antlers
NATO, the EU and the New Kids on the Block
The Treasure Trove of Kosovo
Lucky Macedonia or Macedonia's Serendipity
The Good Fortune of Neighbouring a Human Catastrophe
Black Magic, White Magic - Managing our Future
The Friendly Club
The Books of the Damned
The PCM Trail
The Mind of Darkness
The E C O N O M Y
Central Europe - The New Colonies
New Paradigms, Old Cycles
Lessons in Transition
Lucky Russia
Russian Roulette
Foreigners do not Like Russia
Russia's New Economy
IMF - Kill or Cure
The IMF Deconstructed
Financial Crisis, Global Capital Flows and the International Financial Architecture
The Shadowy World of International Finance
The Typology of Financial Scandals
The Revolt of the Poor
The Demise of Intellectual Property
Scavenger Economies, Predator Economies
Market Impeders and Market Inefficiencies
Public Procurement and very Private Benefits
Liquidity or Liquidation
The Predicament of the Newly Rich
The Solow Paradox
E p I l o g u e
The A u t h o r
I N T R O D U C T I O N
This is a series of articles written and published in 1996-2000 in Macedonia, in Russia, in Egypt and in the Czech Republic.
How the West lost the East. The economics, the politics, the geopolitics, the conspiracies, the corruption, the old and the new, the plough and the internet - it is all here, in prose, as provocative and vitriolic and loving and longing as I could make it.
From "The Mind of Darkness":
"'The Balkans' - I say - 'is the unconscious of the world'. People stop to digest this metaphor and then they nod enthusiastically. It is here that the repressed memories of history, its traumas and fears and images reside. It is here that the psychodynamics of humanity - the tectonic clash between Rome and Byzantium, West and East, Judeo-Christianity and Islam - is still easily discernible. We are seated at a New Year's dining table, loaded with a roasted pig and exotic salads.
I, the Jew, only half foreign to this cradle of Slavonics. Four Serbs, five Macedonians. It is in the Balkans that all ethnic distinctions fail and it is here that they prevail anachronistically and atavistically. Contradiction and change the only two fixtures of this tormented region.
The women of the Balkan - buried under provocative mask-like make up, retro hairstyles and too narrow dresses. The men, clad in sepia colours, old fashioned suits and turn of the century moustaches. In the background there is the crying game that is Balkanian music: liturgy and folk and elegy combined. The smells are heavy with musk-ular perfumes. It is like time travel. It is like revisiting one's childhood."
How were the articles and essays contained herein - many of them translated and published in local languages - received by people everywhere?
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