We go somehow with my wife on the car along the prospectus, we stop at the lighthouse. The road crosses Leha (we previously worked together). I struck him and turned him to the side. As usual a handshake. As work, as work. Three minutes of dialogue are going on and I understand that this is not a Lecha and I found out. I quickly come up with something about an urgent matter and retire into the car. My wife hit me at home.) The question why the man started to communicate with me has remained unanswered.