I haven’t thought much about the issue of my identity in a long time.  Although I think most concepts of identities are determined by the ”other” in the way that Jews in Europe discovered their Jewish identity only when Nazis came to arrest them, I believe that my own identity was also created by the blurring of borders.  That is, I also see my identity along gender borders – women experiencing similar situations in different races – and along character borders – people who think and feel like me.  Why am I thinking about this today?  In part, because I was communicating with a guy I used to think was similar to me but has been behaving very badly to others I respect – breaking promises, sabotaging their plans, insulting them, etc.  In part, because I saw Anu museum through the eyes of Americans: where I thought the museum was an exercise in bragging, my American friends assured me it was an important lesson in identity.  Information I thought was obvious and known to all, was, it emerged, not available to many.  Now I have to go back and see the exhibition through my friend’s eyes.