The Wall.  The play we just saw – from the book by Dorit Rabinyan – is about a love affair in New York between an Israeli and a Palestinian that falls apart when they return to Israel and eventually the wall gets built that – in addition to their fading of the romance – keeps the lovers apart.  It had all the right arguments but I kind of wish it ended differently.

And it doesn’t seem to me very strange for two people to fall in love – and even marry if they grow up in the Middle East.  In fact, it is surprising it doesn’t happen moree frequently.