March 16 – April 3, 2022 He knew I was from Israel. The grocery bags gave it away. When we first arrived here in Germany we made a point to find the kosher grocery store and purchase a few necessary items there. We had our Israeli grocery bags – the ones with the store names written in Hebrew that we have acquired over the years. They are good bags – larger than the typical American size, but not overwhelmingly large so you can’t fill it that full. As we left the kosher market the shopkeeper warned us to not use those grocery bags; it wasn’t safe to be out with Hebrew writing to so prominently displayed. Not wearing a kippah on our way to and from shul is one thing, one way to stay inconspicuous. That’s been where we’ve drawn a line. The kids wear their camp shirts which all have Hebrew on them. My grocery bags clearly show that we have some connection to Israel. And we have a mezuzah on our front door, of course. Recently, and ...