What do you say about Netanyahu, an employee at a pizzeria on the outskirts of the Tuscan city of Lucca asked me when he heard that I’m Israeli. The counter was crowded with orders to be picked up, there was a line of clients, but for the young Italian – a tall guy with a crewcut and not too many tattoos on his arm – it was important to hear my answer. He stopped everything and waited, his look serious and focused.
