I have a residence permit in Argentina. What is funny in itself is where is Argentina and where is Kazakhstan. He is an ordinary Russian with a Kazakh passport. The relatives fled to America in search of a better life even before the revolution. He flew to them, was well received, helped with papers on VNŽ. A few months later, he received a local outsourcing. By the way, the usual ID card, pale-blue, is very similar to the Kazakh identity card. Now I know how it will be "Kazakhstan" in Argentine (Spanish) - KAZAKA. Well, armed with local documents, he decided to travel around the continent. Fortunately, the finances allowed it. Visited several countries, admired local sights. He liked it in Bolivia. Beautiful nature, very cheap property. And he travelled, renting a car with a driver-guide in agencies. And here is the following dialogue with this guide:

What a wonderful country you have! Do you know how difficult it is to get citizenship? How much will it cost and how long do they do?

Two thousand dollars and a couple of days.

Is it how? In the sense?? to

I’ll take something for mediation. And for that, I will hire out those three marmots from the pivot. In a few days they will find a local, more or less like you. They will take all the documents and drown him in the nearest swamp.

He appeared to have arrived without a passport. But it is inaccurate. and :)

Tomorrow I will go and buy the text of the old Constitution. It has not been changed and is for sale. Such a rarity!

As a gift will be useful.

History of the Estonian in Moscow

A year around 1991 through the courts along the Leningrad Prospect in Moscow, not the ambassador, not the consul of Japan in the USSR was driving a service car with diplomatic numbers. I won’t mention it exactly, but something like the first person of the Japanese representation. Maybe looking for a trip on the highway or wanted to ask about a kiosk with cigarettes, nobody will tell you. In the field of sight of the Ambassador fell a local resident, making his old Zhyguli in the courtyard. The car with the ambassador stopped next to him and he politely started (in Russian, of course, the work is obligatory, although with a small accent): "Sorry, please, don't tell me how..."

The dissatisfied inhabitant of the ordinary Slavic outward appearance, I would even say - a little unhappy, came out of under his car, wiping out the oil-wiped hands. For more than an hour he could not start his jiggull, although it was just today he was cut as needed. Having held back the initial urge to send the strangled foreigner far away, he in the purest Japanese language, using a highlighted polite form of treatment (there are a few in Japanese, who does not know), said about the following: "Sorry, I am very busy now, could you turn to someone else?" Go back under the car. The Japanese's eyes became completely round, for a minute or two he sat quietly, then slowly left.

How could he know that, by pure coincidence, he addressed a question to a man from the first three of the leading Japanese translators of the Soviet Union?

An Israeli newspaper conducted a survey, what is the difference between politicians and thieves?
One response attracted the attention of the editor: "Dear editor, I have thought a lot about your question, and I have come to the conclusion that the difference between politicians and thieves is that we choose the first, and the latter choose us. With respect, Dove Berman.”
The editor replied:
"Dear Mr. Berman, we have decided to award you an annual subscription to our newspaper for your brilliant answer! Because you were the only one who found the difference between politicians and thieves."