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Resistance is when I put an end to what I don't like.

The rise and fall of the Badam Meinhoff gang by Jason Burke,

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In the summer of 1970, a group of aspired revolutionaries arrived in Jordan from West Germany.

They sought military training, though they had barely handled weapons before. They sought a guerrilla war in the streets of Europe, but had never done anything

more than light of fire in a deserted department store. They sought the spurious glamour that

spending time with a Palestinian armed group could confer. Above all, they sought a safe place where they could hide and plan.

Some of the group had flown to Beirut on a direct flight from communist run East Berlin.

The better-known members, Ulrika Meinhauf, a prominent left-wing journalist,

and two convicted arsonists

called Godrun Ensline and Andreas Bada, had faced a more complicated journey. First, they'd had to cross

into East Germany, then they took a train to Prague, where they boarded a plane to Lebanon. From Beirut,

a taxi took them east across the mountains into Syria. Finally, they drove

south from Damascus into Jordan. They were not the first such visitors. Among the broad

coalition of activists and protest groups, known as the new left, commitment to the Palestinian cause

had become a test of one's ideological credentials.

Israel was no longer seen as a beleaguered outpost of progressive values surrounded by despotic regimes

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