As conversation openers go, at least it was a notch or two above “nice weather for the time of year”. Instead, the chap sitting next to me at a business awards lunch decided to break the ice by politely inquiring if there was any significance in the strange-looking shapes hanging from my neck.
My options were simple. I could somehow deflect the question or I could tell the truth. Emboldened by a large gin and tonic, I did the latter. “It says my name in Hebrew,” I replied, before forking up another mouthful of salmon and awaiting the inevitable response. Which I got. A knee-jerk bluster about how I didn`t “look Jewish”, before moving on to, well, the nice weather for the time of year.
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