There were these nights in Venice, when the fog horns would moan off in the distance, that my mother would tiptoe into my room and wake me up in the middle of the night. Shed have chamomile tea steeping on the porch, and a candle burning bright, and always, a plate of cookies, or a bar of chocolate, or something so that your dreams may always be sweet would sit between our little plates. Then we would whisper, because it was a secret that we were outside, in the glow of fog and candle light. Sometimes she would sing. And one night, I remember that she sung this song: Last night, I had the strangest dream, I never dreamed before.... It was part of our family repertoire, this song: This same song my dad would sing to me on the way to preschool, this same song my grampa would request after Passover dinners when we would sing until the neighbors pounded on the roof, the same song that made everyones eyes shine. Saraleh, my mother said to me that night. People are holy. And wars destroy people. I hope you will live in a world where people all over the world live in peace. I hear this song now, and it humbles me to the point of heartbreak. Yes, I want peace - Every single Israeli I know wants peace. A safe, just and lasting peace. But not until we see eye to eye on the sanctity of human life. https://youtube/watch?v=AZU-9TBP2NY
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 16:52:21 +0000
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