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Two monsters,
Dafi and Haneen, suddenly
discover that they have at least one thing in common—love for their favorite foods.
"Hummus! Falafel!" they squeal with delight. The crew of the first
Israeli-Palestinian co-production of "Sesame Street" break out in laughter and
delight, relieving the tension they all shared until this moment.
No one, neither the writer nor the players, suggest that this
project will do anything to resolve the complex gridlock of deep-seated differences which
have trapped these two people in ages of conflict. At the same time, the victims will
never get any closer to peace unless they are able to imagine a peaceful future.
I scoff at bumper stickers that read, "Visualize World
Peace," not because it's not necessary to do so, but because I fear that's where it
will end. People who sell realize that making a call does not make the sale, but that
unless they make the call, they won't sell anything.
So when it comes to human being trying to make a better
world, it's not the power of imagination I now revere, it's the absolute necessity of it. |