Once upon a time, I was an ambitious young foreign correspondent for the New York Times. Disillusioned by the paper’s support for starting wars, I resigned to start a Balkan Summer of Love. Needless to say, this didn’t go as planned. A tragi-comic caper ensued, as this memoir records. It probably didn’t help to do business with gangsters, but it seemed to make sense at the time. Overall, the experience taught me how not to change the world, and why getting high was not the same as being enlightened…