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...