For some time creeps me such a strange feeling when I am in boarding the train to work. There's about a 10-year-old Jewish boy who runs every morning with his parents in the same train as me. And this boy, to recognize the way to his dump, runs throughout the train ride up and down runs and fixed me in passing, with his piercing black eyes.
No, this is not my usual delusions. I believe that the Mossad has it in for me. I guess I see with my hat and my beard like a wanted Palestinian. I shall therefore observed by the small children agents.
But I'm not stupid, so quickly get to me. Today I am going incognito and that is leaving my web-blogger hat at home. Sun recognizes me not the little bastard ... Oh, it rings.
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