By Uri Dromi, April 25, 2008
Negotiations between Abbas and Olmert are futile
Three times in my life I have touched peace. Two out of the three were real; one was false.
In November 1977, I was standing on the Tarmac at Ben Gurion Airport, together with an anxious crowd of people. Suddenly a jetliner with unfamiliar colours appeared, escorted by three Israeli fighter jets. Our eyes were glued to this awesome spectacle, knowing that we were witnessing history at the making. When the door opened, there was Anwar sadat, hitherto the biggest enemy of Israel, coming to make peace with the Jewish state.