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In a play I’ve just written, I have waiters in a restaurant singing, “If the world was a café! Yes, what a beautiful world it would be,'" sing the waiters in barbershop quartet style, but today I’d like to ask, “What if Earth is a ship? What if each country has a certain portion of the ship to look after? One gets the upper deck, the other the engine room, another the cabins, and others the lifeboats, hull and so on.
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This was many years ago, while visiting my parents in America: ‘What are our neighbours doing?’ I asked my father, as I peered out of my parents’ apartment in New York.
‘They’re having a block party,’ he said peering out from his apartment.
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It was midnight when the watchman inside the beggars home heard the sound of sobbing outside. He peered through the old rusty gate and found a well-dressed old man lying crumpled. “What is it you want sir?” asked the sentry,
“I want a place to stay!” sobbed the old man.
“This place is for beggars sir. This is a beggars home!”
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One of the most touching and reassuring sights I’ve seen while my children were growing up, was one day looking back from my car after I’d dropped my daughters at school and seeing my elder one with an arm round her little sister as they entered school. Maybe it’s the fact my elder one is arriving today from New York, that makes me recollect this incident and also gives an opportunity to narrate a story about another such incident of love and a miracle that happened:
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Tears of ecstasy rolled down my cheeks as I listened to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, and as the choir thundered in German, ‘Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode streng geteilt.
I sang along, ‘Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!’