This while knowing that on the Big Story that forever haunts this land - a peace settlement between its two peoples - there’s apt to be no story at all, that on one’s deathbed 30 or 40 years from now, this newspaper is likely to run a story titled “Mideast Peace Talks Falter.” Truly, could any job be worse? With the place so firmly fixed in the world’s attention, one would have to constantly sift through the mundane in search of something meaningful to say (“Hmm, a bus drivers’ strike in Haifa maybe that’s a metaphor”) amid a population with the dispiriting habit of prefacing answers to an interviewer’s questions with history lessons that can start anywhere from 98 to 2,000 years back. Having periodically reported from Israel and Palestine over the past 30 years, I’ve often wondered what could be worse than to be a journalist permanently posted there.
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