One night a pleasant chap after having bought me a drink, asked me- Are you
I was crestfallen. It was such an unexpected question. Nobody had asked it me before, and nobody has asked it me ever since. I hear that for instance in New York you can ask people about their religion, but in Italy everyone assumes that everyone else is more o less a relapsed catholic. So that night I had for the first time the feeling of being a non Jew among many Jews, and what it might mean the contrary, being a Jew among many who aren't, although as a transsexual I had had some experience in being different.
-No- I said- I am just Italian-
-Why are you here?-
-To have a change- I answered-
-Of what'-he insisted- of religion?, are you going to convert to Judaism?- I met probably the only one with this fixed idea.
-No -I said-I am here for a sex change, not of religion- I lied, thinking of Miranda, I never doubted in my life about keeping my willy-
-I think only stupid people change their own religion to convert to another,- I went on- In my humble opinion, religions are meant only to be quitted, not to be joined, sex on the other hand I think that at least once in your life you should change it- and since I had succeeded in making him nervous, very elegantly I left.