“F–k the Jews!” We heard shouting as our Friday night walk was abruptly interrupted. I looked at my friends, David and Tuli, and asked, “Did you hear that?” David nodded yes. Tuli, naturally, the cynic of the group, muttered: “Oy oy oy… another Jew falls victim to an antisemitic attack.”Instinctively, we checked ourselves. David, who has payos, tucked them tightly into his hoodie. I adjusted my cap. We didn't say anything; we were simply trying to make our identity less visible, less