- , '' .. ' Vol. XVI. No. J Article Section II HUMAN F ROM THE MOMENT you enter the silvery Soviet jet, a twin-engined TU-104, at the Brussels Airport, you are transported, literally and figura- tively, to another world. In a way, you are prepared for what is about to envelop you. You have been to Cosmos, the unique New York (45 West 45th Street) travel agency for ·"Intourist," the Soviet ministry charged with providing all facilities for "guests" of Red Russia. Yo...