I Write About Reconciliation, But Not As

Out There, In The World, All The Walls Were Covered With Graffiti: "yids, Go Back To Palestine," So We Came Back To Palestine, And Now The Worldatlarge Shouts At Us: "yids, Get Out Of Palestine."

… That Sour Blend Of Loneliness And Lust For Recognition, Shyness And Extravagance, Deep Insecurity And Self-intoxicated Egomania, That Drives Poets And Writers Out Of Their Rooms To Seek Each Other Out, To Rub Shoulders With One Another, Bully, Joke, Condescend, Feel Each Other, Lay A Hand On A Shoulder Or An Arm Round A Waist, To Chat And Argue With Little Nudges, To Spy A Little, Sniff Out What Is Cooking In Other Pots, Flatter, Disagree, Collude, Be Right, Take Offence, Apologise, Make Amends, Avoid Each Other, And Seek Each Other’s Company Again.

Democracy In Many Parts Of The World Is Undergoing A Very Deep Crisis. Politics Is Becoming A Branch Of The Entertainment Industry. People Vote Not For The Best Leader, But For The Funniest Candidate.

The Whole Zionist Project Was Based On A Whole Spectrum Of Different And Even Conflicting Dreams And Visions.

The Palestinians Are Not Going Anywhere - -they Have Nowhere To Go. The Israeli Jews Also Aren't Going Anywhere - They Have Nowhere To Go. But We Cannot Become One Happy Family, Because We Are Not. So, We Have To Divide The House Into Two Smaller Apartments And Learn How To Say, "good Morning" In The Hall Every Day. Eventually, Perhaps We Will Pop In On Each Other For A Cup Of Coffee. But We Need This Semi-detached House, A Two-family Unit.