I think I have to agree to some extent with Ziad here. Dialogue is just lovely, and God knows I've done my share, but at some point, you stop and wonder, to what end? It can be exhausting , especially being here in Gaza. Because you feel so isolated and no one understands your plight-not Arabs, not Israelis. Dialogue is great when discussing where the sun is shining today and how we are all human beings-and by virtue of our work as journalists we have to engae in forms of it-but when we are talking about the more crucial issues-when I ask- what do you say to my husband, whose family was forced out of his home in Haifa, whose grandmother lived and died in Baalbeck refugee camp, whose parents are still there, living and dying, to him, who can't even go visit his native home in Haifa (let alone come join me in Gaza), because he HAS and as far as Israel is concerned will NEVER HAVE a right to return, while any Jew in the world, even who have no native connection to the land, can go become citizens? Suddenly the dialogue stops. And is it muted by cries of "existential threat" and "you have plenty of Arab lands to live in". As Edward Said said, recognizing the holocaust is crucial, but so is recognizing the Nakba and the Palestinian right of return-and only then can true dialogue take place.