He went to Walmart in Fargo, North Dakota. Long time not there. Immediately struck in the eyes the presence of new cashier girls. Wrapped in the abbeys, in t-shirts. The faces are not pure Arabs, obviously from somewhere in North Africa. There are 10 people in the room.

I broke up and went to one of them. The name on the bayik is completely unspoken, the language - apparently recently arrived. Well, okay, I didn’t talk to her for life, counted, and let’s, witnesses. I counted, stocked everything, left a package with a couple of pork steaks. He says, “I can’t scan it.” I see what the problem is, I think the label is broken. No, everything is in place. I am confused, asking what it is. He said, “This is pork.” Thank you, I understand it’s pork, but why can’t you scan it? The shallow thought - a Muslim, pork... I wanted to offer myself to scan, but decided that it was idiotic, it can not be.

It turns out, maybe! A Muslim cashier cannot touch packed pork. A minute later a guy came, scanned it and put it in my bag. I am in shock!and c)

I am a creature tolerant to impossibility, I judge people not by their skin color or accent, but by their actions. I respect a fellow Negro or Arab much more than a pale landlord sitting on a velfer. But then I began to suspect that something was going wrong. How can you take a person into the store who can’t take the goods in hand? Why do you go to work when there is a terrible pork around you?

Try it at the mosque. (c) Imagine a white girl being taken to work in an Arab country, who can’t take a lamb in her hands! A dozen girls in the room. And the local Ahmed runs between them, scanning them a lamb.

It will destroy the tolerance of Europe with America, hears my heart.