Atom, Pali, and I are strolling around the open market. I smell something familiar in the air. OMG! guava. Spotted, I ask the guy “Kay-mah” (how much). From my understanding he says 8 shekels. I pull out my wallet not knowing that a gold shekel with a number 10 on it is different than a silver and gold shekel with a number 10 on it. The guy behind the fruit stand declines my gold 10 shekel, says something in Hebrew. Sounds more like a “F U” to me. So I hand him a 200 shekel bill not knowing what he wants. He says where are you from? I say America. He then explains to me that a gold shekel with a 10 on it is equivalent to a penny. The gold and silver 10 shekel is 10 shekels. I had to wonder, if I didn’t pull out my 200 shekel bill would he have helped me or treated me like a migrant worker?
Migrant workers. That is what people think we are. Living in Israel Asians are the minority and the migrant work force. I am strolling Atom around in a bugaboo, a Gucci diaper bag, wearing a Diesel skirt, Marc Jacobs sunglasses, and top. Yet people ask, are you hired help? Are you from China? Does hired help order cappuccinos and gelatos on a daily basis? Yet Scott, can stroll around in an orange crush t-shirt, board shorts, and zori's which don’t match and he gets asked if he’s a diplomat. Does he really look like a diplomat?
He definitely does not look like a diplomat for a country! Maybe just representing the UT physics club.
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