Monday, for lunch, six theoreticians head from the STOC conference hotel towards the fish market. It’s four Israeli, me, and another non-Israeli. We get our halibut sandwiches and we go sit by the waterfront.
Someone walks by. “Hey, you look Israeli,” he says pointing in our general direction, “are you from Israel?” Blank stares from us. “Hey, it’s ok if you are,” he says as he walks away.