In what must be one of the most tightly controlled towns in the world, it was perhaps understandable that a young man in the billiards parlor wanted to talk only about the weather.
As a fragrant breeze from the mountains brought an end to a glorious spring day, the man said quietly, ”Weather is very bad here.”
Pressed for an explanation, he said, ”We speak with our eyes.”
At a cafe around the corner, an older man said: ”You can see us, but you can’t hear us. Our lips are sealed.” At that moment, two plainclothes police officers sat down at the table, and all conversation ceased.
