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	Kenya: Barely Escaping Rwanda Bill Berkeley By the benighted standards of East Africa, the spectacle of refugees is all too grimly familiar. In a dense labyrinth of makeshift huts with scrap-metal walls and roofs fashioned from black plastic sheeting, children in rags, with bare feet and smudged faces, loiter aimlessly in a stream of muddy sewage.
	Judenrein Photographs and text by Jill Freedman PRAGUE - Rabbi Karol Sidon is the only rabbi in the Czech Republic.
	In Whose Best Interests? Rita Henley Jensen Mark J. Saladino was on the spot. Under professional ethics rules, the young attorney was required to maintain the confidences of his law firm's clients. However, a coworker -- a secretary to a powerful partner in his office -- had come to him seeking advice. Should she invest in the bonds being offered for sale by the bank downstairs, in the lobby of their Los Angeles office building?
	Head Start: Keeping The Edge Kay Mills SAN JOSE--Tin Hout sits in one of the pint-sized chairs in which parents inevitably find themselves when they confer with their child's kindergarten teacher. His five-year-old daughter Marina stands shyly, but attentively, beside him as Santee School teacher Margie Oyama reports that the child is progressing well. Marina, who attended Head Start last year, can count almost to 30, knows her colors, recognizes shapes.
	Time And Time Again: Poverty In A Maine Village Photographs and text by Steven Rubin Photographers enter people's lives for periods as short as minutes or as long as weeks. Constrained by deadlines and journalism's compressed time, the assignment ends and we leave. We never stay, we rarely know what becomes of the people we photograph. Editors may permit an anniversary special or the occasional follow-up, but rarely the follow-through.
	The Lure of a Criminal Cash Crop Corinne Schmidt TINGO MARIA, Peru. - On her farm in a hollow in Peru's high jungle, one woman's pride are her tropical fruit trees. But she acknowledges that fruit doesn't bring in money in. Nor does the coffee and cacao she and her husband grow. These days, their only cash comes from the hardy green coca bushes whose leaves, when beaten and soaked in chemicals, yield cocaine.