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Somerton Craftsman Mission Sofa Table in Blonde Finish

Rustic Mission inspired trusted quality and style is imbued throughout the Craftsman Collection. As its namesake, the pieces in this collection are made with a fine eye for durability with rubber wood hardwoods and long lasting beauty with golden blond stained primavera veneers. Highlights of this group are the small charming diamond veneer patterns and gently curved slatted backs and legs. Bring a touch of ageless sunlight into your home with the Craftsman Collection. Features: Warm Blonde finish Antiqued metal hand pulls Six darker stained diamonds on table top Mission style sides Two drawers for storage One lower shelf for display Perfect for a refined yet often used living room Constructed of Rubber Wood and Primavera Veneers for durability Minor Assembly Required Specifications: Overall Dimensions: 29? H x 52? W x 20? D Weight: 78 lbs

The Scientist smiles and walks into his study. He stands before a telescope and seems reluctant to touch it. Gently, he pulls the cap off the eyepiece, but then simply stares at the eyepiece and does not get close enough to look through it. A clock is ticking loudly. He replaces the eyepiece and looks out the window. In his car driving to the fishing club, he will lean forward until his face is almost against the windshield as he looks at the sky. When he stops to urinate, he also looks at the sky.

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Scene 8. Interior. Thing

Four farmers sit at a long table with the scientist. They are inside the Thing, the meeting house of the municipality. The farmers sit according to their orietantation: the farmer from the north, Julius, sits at the north, etc.

Farmer Julius
We need your help, Sir.

Farmer WEST
Only you can help us. I am sure of this.

SCIENTIST
How long have you men known me? (Pause) I am always ready to help. You know this.

Farmer JULIUS
This is not about a lost sheep or a broken axle.

Farmer WEST
We need you to save the future. You can do something we cannot. You have no future, no crops coming, but you have your legs. And you are good with a gun, we have seen this for years. We need you to run a mission.

Farmer EAST
Oh come on. This isn’t Vietnam on TV. Just say it. Or I will.

SCIENTIST
Is this about the tractors? You’re going to tell me you have no yen to pay for them. Or no dollars? And you want me to rob a bank because I’m dying soon?

(Long pause.)

Farmer JULIUS
Do you think we are meeting here as a joke?

SCIENTIST
I’m sorry. Go on. I will help as I can.

Farmer SOUTH
I told you he would be diplomatic. Did I not say it? Ah, he will help as he “can”! Let’s send him home and let him expire in peace. (To the Scientist . . . ) What the hell do you mean, if you can. You have no choice!

Farmer JULIUS
Sit down and shut up. We’re not Polish. Sit down and shut up. I will tell him politely what to do.

Farmer South sits down, a look of disgust on his face. The Scientist stares silently at the men; he has never seen them so irritated.

Farmer JULIUS
I am terribly sorry, Sir, that we have not asked about your prostate. Are you in pain?

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Scene 9. Interior. Living room

Anna is sitting on the sofa, a book in her lap. Lights reflect in the window as her husband arrives home. She sits back and sighs, as if she has something difficult to say to him, and dreads his entrance into the living room. She puts on her glasses and pretends to read as he walks in. But she is surprised when she sees him, because he walks in holding a rifle by its barrel. He lifts the gun in the doorway and shows it in the faint light of her reading lamp.

ANNA
They want you to shoot more foxes?

SCIENTIST
No, they want me to shoot Westhamson, the car importer, because he is in town for a few days from the Canaries.

ANNA
Your uncle?

SCIENTIST
They’ve already talked to my aunt, and she has given her blessings and wants me to visit her before I see him.

ANNA
Do you mean, shoot, as in murder?

SCIENTIST
Yes. Cold blood. One of the farmers has had a vision, and claims I will get away without detection, and that my remaining days will be peaceful and pain-free.

ANNA
That guy would have been burned to a crisp down on the beach just a generation ago for his visions. But what do you think?

SCIENTIST
I have no choice, really.

ANNA
They’re not blackmailing you because of me or because of your mother, right?

SCIENTIST
No, no. I don’t care who knows my secrets. They are worse than pride, I have no strength to carry them any more.

ANNA
You know I will help you however I can. I’ll drive the getaway car, give you a blowjob, pretend to be my sister . . . I will pull the trigger, even, if you make sure I am on your life insurance policy, please.

SCIENTIST
You are my beneficiary. Don’t worry about that. I can’t use your help, Anna. If I could, I would ask for it. You’ve been the best partner any living creature could ask for, and what I feel for you is beyond love, really. It’s a sort of religion. I will try to find the insurance papers.

ANNA
When will you see your uncle?

SCIENTIST
The day after tomorrow perhaps. He’s not really my uncle, so let’s not call him that.

ANNA
Will you tell George?

SCIENTIST
No, George hates his father and he would want to be involved if there’s a plot. And if George is involved there is a possibility of a screw-up. And Westhamson will be very suspicious if his son suddenly wants to see him. It will just be me.

ANNA
Let me call Westhamson and tell him I am coming, too, so he will be sure to make the time for us, alone, without secretaries.

SCIENTIST
Okay, that’s a good idea. Tell him you’re coming from the spa. But sleep tight, I want to work a little bit.

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Scene 10. Interior. Study

The Scientist sits in his study. He is looking at his telescope in the foreground. The instrument seems to glow, as if reflecting some astronomical disturbance in the sky outside the study’s large

Liberian refugees in the Park auto of UNHCR Abidjan, waiting for a repatriation or to be relocated
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UNHCR staff trapped in Abijan Office Compound: Interview with Jacques Franquin, Representative in Cote d'Ivoire

ABIDJAN, Cote d'Ivoire, April 7 (UNHCR) – For the past week, a small group of UNHCR staff have been trapped inside the refugee agency’s office complex in the conflict-torn Cote d'Ivoire city of Abidjan. Jacques Franquin, UNHCR’s representative in Cote d'Ivoire, has been helping to keep morale up as he tries to arrange for his team and some 300 Liberian refugees to be evacuated to safety. Earlier this week, UN High Commissioner for Refugees Antonio Guterres hailed the team in Abidjan for their courage and their deviotion to the refugees under their charge. Franquin spoke by phone earlier today to Alexandra Eurdolian from UNHCR’s public information section and told her about the drama and challenges. Excerpts:

How many are you in the compound? What’s it like there?

We are six international staff – myself, the security officer and four staff on mission. We also have four local guards and 300 refugees in the compound. This morning, one of the refugees gave birth and she named her boy after our security officer, Bizo. We are trying to survive. As UNHCR’s representative, I am the most privileged – I have my own office with a big table, a sofa and a bathroom. So I live quite well. We also have running water and electricity.

Do the refugees also have water and electricity?

All the refugees have access to water and electricity in the canteen that they occupy. They can also charge their telephone batteries.

What’s your food situation like?

Food is the most critical issue for us. We are surviving on canned food — sardines, tuna, and we are almost at the end of our stock. Some mornings we can manage to send a guard to get some bread. That’s it. The other day they managed to get some soda, so sometimes we have that. We had a small stash of rice and noodles. We are able to cook because the refugees have some charcoal.
Usually the female refugees go to the market, but now they are a bit short of money. And anyhow, there’s less and less to buy in the markets. We are working with other organizations, such as OCHA [UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs], to find sacks of rice for the refugees because they are getting more and more angry.

What’s the security situation like?

Now the situation is a bit better. There was fighting in the street just 30 metres from here and it was quite scary. I saw one soldier being killed. And sometimes there are stray bullets, in fact two refugees have been hit — one in the chest, and a little girl got hit in the stomach. She had to be evacuated to a hospital with the help of the ICRC [International Committee of the Red Cross] and the Ivorian Red Cross. They took her and her father by ambulance and we heard that she had surgery and survived.
It was also quite tense a few days ago when the pro-Bagbo [presidential candidate Laurent Gbagbo] soldiers were here and deliberately scaring the population by shooting randomly all over the place. For lots of young soldiers of the republican forces [loyal to Gbagbo’s foe and presidential rival, Alassane Ouattara], the city of Abidjan probably looked like a big supermarket ready to be looted. Our office was attacked by looters last Thursday – we were extremely frightened. They ended up leaving with one vehicle after threatening our guards. We found the vehicle the next day about 500 metres away and riddled with bullets.