The election has passed, the statistics from Covid can be adjusted to increase.

I take a taxi from Birobijan to Khabarovsk.
The taxi driver of Biobidjan, sociable, says he is storming. I object to:
- Rather, kerim (Russian metys with storms, now this word is forgotten)
My mother is Russian.
Do you know any Jews? I ask.
There is...
Who is?
The testimony is Jewish.
I thought: And a Jewish aunt...
And the wife?! to
And my wife too...
And the children?
The children are Russians.
Are they living with you?
In Israel...

“Mom, where is Dad going?
“Oh, son, our dad has a wacht in Russia, he makes money. My dad works in the state. But don’t worry, he will work and come back to us! Home to London.