I go to Moscow by metro. the village. I got a laptop and I printed. There is a guy behind me. Ordinary and full. It looks like an office plankton. He looked at me. He asks:
How is it now in Eilat? Not very hot? I am going to travel...
I looked at him. I say surprisingly:
Are we acquainted?
and no.
How did you know that I am from Israel?
“Deduction and observation,” he said seriously. Your shirt is outside. We only wear hippies. You are not a hippie. Smooth, bearded, but not Caucasian. and relaxed. Apparently a Jew. But not local. And not Russian at all. In short, either an American or an Israeli. But the option with the American I immediately rejected.
Why is? I ask simply.
“Maybe... I thought, maybe because you have the Hebrew on your keyboard.

by Henrich Nebolsin