Although the story starts with a Jew, an Arab and a Gypsy, it is far from an old-fashioned stereotypical joke. My work as an international current-affairs cameraman has brought me all over the globe. I visited Israelis, Palestinians, Manouche and Sinti. I witnessed their pain, anger and fears as I have witnessed the pain, anger and fears of many other minorities, majorities, races, nationalities, clans, spiritual movements and all sorts of communities that give an individual a sense of identity and belonging.

Unfortunately, this same sense of identity and belonging often comes with the need for an enemy, a scapegoat, an antagonist.

When I started my career as a cameraman, I firmly believed that my images could help make the world a better place. I was positive that if I risked my life to show the horrors that happen far away, citizens, politicians and activists in my home country would stand up and do something about it. After twenty years of wandering the planet and the current dreadful situation in the world, I started to notice that the change I eventually hoped for did not come. Instead, the direction we currently seem to be heading as a human race is the direction we swore never to ever go again after World War II.

I see people loving wrong leaders and hating innocent neighbours again. I witness division, uncertainty, doubt, grief, trauma, and fear. These emotions paralyse our self-critical and mature problem-solving ability and often lead us to believe we are victims. Victims of capitalism, victims of illegal migration, victims of mischievous crooks and thieves. Victims of Jews, Arabs and Gypsies.