Turks and Greeks: why can't we just get along?

Under the Christmas tree today I noticed two of Theresa's dolls side by side. One is a Greek doll dressed in a colourful folk costume of her native land. This is a Christmas gift from her parents. The other is a Turkish doll brought back this past summer from Constantinople by her "Tante Elaine," a colleague of mine. The two dolls were ignoring each other. But they were both smiling. And they weren't fighting. Could this be the recipe for an international modus vivendi in the eastern Mediterranean?