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HOST:   Most of our This I Believe essays are sent in to us via our website.  But some people we *invite*... like today's essayist Jim Haynes, who considers himself an entrepreneur in the arts. Haynes was born in Louisiana, but has lived in Europe since he was 20, in Edinburgh, London, Amsterdam, and for many years now, Paris, where he recorded his essay for This I Believe.

HAYNES: Every week for the past 30 years I host a Sunday dinner in my home in Paris.  People, including total strangers, call or email to book a spot.  I hold the salon in my atelier, which used to be a sculpture studio.  The first 50 or 60 people who call may come, and twice that many when the weather is nice and we can overflow into the garden.

Every Sunday a different friend prepares a feast.  Last week it was a philosophy student from Lisbon, and next week a dear friend from London will cook.

People from all corners of the world come to break bread together, to meet, to talk, connect and often become friends.  All ages, nationalities, races, professions gather here, and since there is no organized seating, the opportunity for mingling couldn’t be better.  I love the randomness.

I believe in introducing people to people.

I have a good memory, so each week I make a point to remember everyone’s name on the guest list and where they’re from and what they do, so I can introduce them to each other, effortlessly.  If I had my way, I would introduce everyone in the whole world to each other.

People are the most important thing in my life.  Many travelers go to see things like the Tower of London, the Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower, and so on.  I travel to see friends, even—or especially—those I’ve never met.

In the late ‘80s, I edited a series of guidebooks to nine Eastern European countries and Russia.  There were no sights to see, no shops or museum to visit; instead, each book contained about 1,000 short biographies of people who would be willing to welcome travelers in their cities.  Hundreds of friendships evolved from these encounters, including marriages, and babies, too.

This same can be said for my Sunday salon.  At a recent dinner a six-year-old girl from Bosnia spent the entire evening glued to an eight-year-old boy from Estonia.  Their parents were surprised, and pleased, by this immediate friendship.

There is always a collection of people from all over the globe.  Most of them speak English, at least as a second language.  Recently a dinner featured a typical mix:  a Dutch political cartoonist, a beautiful painter from Norway, a truck driver from Arizona, a bookseller from Atlanta, a newspaper editor from Sydney, students from all over, and traveling retirees.

I have long believed that it is unnecessary to understand others, individuals or nationalities; one must, at the very least, simply tolerate others.  Tolerance can lead to respect, and finally, to love.  No one can ever really understand anyone else, but you can love them or at least accept them.

Like Tom Paine, I am a world citizen.  All human history is mine.  My roots cover the earth.

I believe we should know each other.   After all, our lives are all connected.

Ok, now come and dine.