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He swallowed, opened his eyes wide, put one foot forward and one foot back. His eyes were full of regret or fear, perhaps because he had just shaken my hand and dared to greet me. Or perhaps they were just the eyes of an angry man who despises whoever even mentions the name of the enemy. I couldn't tell. What ever it meant, this was the reaction of an Arab man when I, a Palestinian woman, greeted his group at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. This is what happened when I told him I am from Israel.
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