But let us not forget that cities are like human beings. They are born, they go through childhood and adolescence, they grow old, and eventually they die
Elif SafakRead
Stories cannot demolish frontiers, but they can punch holes in our mental walls, and through those holes we can get a glimpse of the other and sometimes even like what we see.
Interpretation
Stories can help us understand and connect with others by breaking down mental barriers.
In this quote, Elif Safak suggests that while stories may not eradicate boundaries between people or cultures, they have the power to challenge and break through the mental barriers we construct in our minds. By engaging with narratives different from our own, we can develop empathy and a better appreciation for others, which can lead to positive connections.
In practice
In a public talk about the power of storytelling in bridging cultures.
But let us not forget that cities are like human beings. They are born, they go through childhood and adolescence, they grow old, and eventually they die
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