Even though I know their tricks, I still marvel at what the other members of what our circus family, named so by Mira, our resident juggler and fortune teller, are capable of. My favourite act is by Murabi and Mimi, the two tightrope walkers. The ringmaster always introduces them in reference to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, fated to remain separate, but always trying to be one. They begin on opposite sides of the tightrope, the spotlight rests on her, a slender figure all in white, with sparkling sequin flowers decorating her leotard, red roses adorning her rich auburn hair, a strip of white lace acts as a mask over her pale blue eyes, while her lips are painted crimson. She stands for a while as though lost in thought, waiting for something or someone to break her from her reverie. Another light suddenly awakens and comes to rest on the man, in black pants and a deep blue vest, who recognizing his one true love beckons to her, coaxing her to him. However, in order to reach each other they must cross the tightrope, seemingly walking on little more than air, forty feet above the ground. What makes this act so astonishing is that both Murabi and Mimi, lovers in real life, refuse to have a catching net beneath them: if they fall there is a strong chance of serious if not fatal injury. However, they have so much faith that they are destined to reach one other, such total confidence in themselves and in each other, that they are not afraid. As Mimi, who is singularly wise, will tell me time and again, what will be, will be. The light rests once more on the girl, rising from a graceful arabesque, she places one slender foot on the rope, at this point most people are focused on her and what her next action will be, but I choose rather to look at Murabi, who stands looking at her, with such an expression of adoration and faith that I understand why she believes it is impossible to fall. His eyes never leave her, and her own eyes become locked to his, she never looks down, never once glances at where she is placing her feet. She simply believes that each time she places her foot down the rope will be there and she will not fall, she knows she will reach him. When she reaches the middle of the tightrope she pauses and the audience draws in a collective breath, and Murabi starts to walk out to her, his eyes still never leaving hers. He reaches her, and takes her hand, and they balance in the middle of the tightrope together, suspended in the clouds. She raises one leg behind her, using his hand for balance, in a beautiful pose, and then he somehow manages to turn so that he is facing the same direction as she is, and still holding her hand they walk the remainder or the tightrope together and reach the other side in safety. Juliet is united with her Romeo. They cross the tightrope three times together, the next time he holds a pole with two buckets of water balancing on either side and she walks closely behind him, also holding a pole. Although it is hard to see from far away, because I have watched them rehearse I know that when her lips move she is singing to him in their own language, the words of an ancient love song. For the final act they both start on opposite sides, walking towards each other, they meet in the centre and have to cross each other in mid air. He lifts her up and holds her to him so that her feet leave the tightrope and she is suspended in his arms, she swings around his body which stays completely still and then lands on the other side of him and they both continue to the other side. I wish I had this trust, this faith in another person.