In my public middle school (back when public schools were often very good) were two boys from the Middle East. One was Israeli; the other, I somehow never learned his nationality. They may have been diplomats’ kids, for all I knew.
But every so often, one would appear at recess with a soccer ball in his hand, and they engaged in the following loud ritual exchange:
The public ritual over, with no further words, they adjourned to the field for a bit of one-on-one. Soccer was seldom played in America in those days, and both of them wanted to keep up their skills.
If only all international incidents could be so easily resolved…