We All Laugh In The Same Language

'We live between two fires...' he tells the cameras '...the misery of going the misery of staying...' The camera cuts to his daughter seriously playing locked inside her self. They are refugees from TV land their harsh reality living behind the glass that separates them from us. Suddenly there is an invasion of clowns. The man in the navy blue suit broken top hat & polka dot tie is sowing laughter in the barren lands of their minds his buffooning reaping a bumper crop in minutes. The clownish figure of fun gathering delighted applause from those who never thought they could laugh again. They hula hoop crazily through the camps juggle and pratfall with the reality of war. 'All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well." their antics seem to tell... Maybe there will be laughter after all after all we all laugh in the same language.