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    Moreover / A language everyone understands
    By Gideon Levy

    Ha'aretz, Israel
    Aug 19 2005

    Sunday, Gemona, Italy

    So who danced better? The Croat woman or the Czech woman? The argument
    went on into the night, for as long as the party lasted. The Croat
    was more stylish but the Czech was more rhythmic; the Czech more
    modern, the Croat a little old-fashioned. The Maltese woman has an
    unforgettable body, if you like broad women, like the Polish woman. The
    two Armenian women were sexy, too, the Bulgarian was a bit vulgar. The
    Guatemalan woman huddled with the Albanian woman in Italian. Simona,
    the curly-headed Italian, changed her skirt for tight pants to dance
    better. But the most beautiful of all, by general consensus, was Anna,
    the tall Russian woman, always wearing a hat and a white dress and
    sporting a dreamy look.

    A hundred young people from around the world, 80 girls and 20 boys,
    came for a month to Gemona, a town at the foot of the Italian Alps
    that was totally devastated in a 1976 earthquake, lying not far from
    the border with Austria and Slovenia. The International Laboratory for
    Communications, a combination of a serious seminar on Italian culture
    with a little Club Med in the evenings, is an impressive project,
    which has also produced more than a few trans-oceanic weddings and
    heartrending romances that were born and died in the 40 years of its
    existence. It was only from the Arab states that no one came this
    year: the Italians do not issue visas to citizens of those countries,
    because of terrorism.




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    This evening there is a prize ceremony. The international singer Noa
    is receiving the seminar's annual prize for her activity on behalf
    of understanding and peace. It's 4,000 euros. She arrived at 7:15,
    Ahinoam Nini, of Israel, like a true superstar, to judge by the fact
    she is 45 minutes late and by the excitement her arrival causes. Her
    children, Eineha, a Hebrew name, and Ayehli, an Indian name, stayed
    in the hotel in Venice with their grandmother and the nanny; her
    husband, a pediatrician, was on duty in a hospital in Israel. The
    previous day she appeared in Germany, the next day she will sing in
    Venice and next week in Spain. She is an honorary citizen of half
    the cities in Italy - there is no other Israeli singer of this era
    who has enjoyed a comparable international success. Only Bassem Eid,
    from Jericho, has never heard her name before.

    Her success seems to sit well on her. In a half-open black blouse,
    black pants stuffed deep into brown boots, a beautiful necklace
    (designed by Michal Negrin), she won the hearts of the seminar
    participants in no time. Sitting with legs crossed on the chair,
    flowing American English, tons of self-confidence and personal charm,
    even for those who are not wild about her mannerisms. Motherhood and
    territories, Israel and America, career and occupation, singing and
    journalists - she talked about everything articulately, touching the
    hearts of her listeners.

    Afterward they stood in line to get her autograph and went to dance
    until dawn in the student dorms. Hala Khoury, a beautiful young
    woman from Fasuta, in Galilee, danced to Arab music. During her month
    in Gemona she is staying at the estate of the physician Dr. Shalom
    Silberschmidt, a former Israeli from Moshav Yogev - a childhood friend
    of Major General (res.) Uzi Dayan and a friend of Hala's mother, Jerais
    Khoury - who for 30 years has been healing backaches and headaches
    in Gemona by means of jaw treatment. Nini returned to Venice, to the
    children, and in the alleys of Gemona a torch procession was held as
    part of a medieval festival taking place here. "Fire to purify the
    world," cried the costumed marchers.
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