A Taste of Dialogue
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Última publicación mar, sep 1, 2015
Based on true events.
Imagine life as it could be; with peace amongst those whom loathe each other most. Or not exactly peace, but more of acceptance and understanding. Where people from countries at war learn to listen to the other side and try to be friends, and try to understand. Where you are free to say what you think in the faces of those you think that of, and get to listen to how they see it too.
For three and a half weeks, that world exists in a camp called Seeds of Peace. Live the life of sixteen teens from Palestine, Israel, Egypt, Jordan, the U.S., and the UK and see how they adjusted to their dialogue sessions where they discussed the Palestinian - Israeli conflict.
This will basically consist of multiple short stories about how the dialogue sessions progressed, each chapter a different session. It is a hard, eye opening process that will really get your mind thinking and you'll doubt a lot of what you had believed.
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