Eliezer Yaari

"I gaze a long hour at this group of nine women, strangers sitting crosslegged around their meal. Exotic foreigners, like something out of National Geographic. With the nerve ends of mind and body, I domesticate these ""others"" from foreign into familiar. It's surprisingly easy: These women might be my neighbours, sharing a picnic in my back-yard. I cross my fingers and translate this feeling into an allegory of stepping stones towards convivial co-existence. We break bread together and we giv