dopplegängers

My aunt and uncle came back from a cycling trip around Ireland and reported that my dopplegänger lives in County Cork. I have to take their word for it. I am often told by strangers and friends that I look like someone else they know. Maybe I have a generic face.

I think it was my Arabic prof, a Palestinian Christian who studied Islam, who told me that the great practical joke in the Middle East is that God made 15 of each face -- that for each face there are five Muslims, five Jews, and and five Christians who look identical. One day fate will conspire so that their paths cross, and they will realize, on looking in these living mirrors, that they are all alike in a fundamental way, all brothers and sisters (or so the idea goes). Then atrocities will be forgiven, diverse groups will start to co-operate and compromise like a respectful, loving, functional family, and peace will reign. Whoo-hoo!

Here's a neat photo set of look-alikes.

Have you ever met your dopplegänger? (The evil OR benign version.)