On a Saturday morning, half a century ago, I see my reflection in the mirror of my room. I'm 12 years old and in a foul mood because my mother has forced me to wear clothes I detest and go to the dullest place in the Milky…

The phone did not ring. The emails did not arrive. I have a large network of colleagues and friends who know that I am Jewish. I have written plays about Israel. And have worked with many artists on these projects. Not one contacted me after the invasion of Israel by Hamas on 7 October…