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Vol. XVI. No. J
Article Section II
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