Simple, I look for a house, town quarter or ghetto with Mezzuzahs on the front door. I run up, knock , and say 'HELP! those crazy christians are trying to kill me! A woman lets you in, takes one look at your skinny frame and feeds you. Worked in the 60s after my parent's divorce in a staunchly RC and conservative protestant nieghborhood when all my former friends started beating me up after shcool. 6 weeks of Aunt Yola's cooking and I was beating them up.