He opens the door for me. His wife and I walk through.
Shukran. Thank you.
We pass through the lobby to the elevator. We enter together.
Sabakh al kheer, I greet them. Good morning.
"Hello, good morning to you," he says. "Where are you from?"
"I am from Israel," I tell him.
The huge grin on his face, the friendly smile, goes stone cold. His wife's face turns to slate.
"I am here with a group of Israelis and Palestinians together. We are friends."
They exit the elevator in silence.
I wish them a yom saied. To a good day ahead.