I left the airplane with out my passport, no surprise here. As my late father used to say, I am very lucky to have my head connected to my body.
Well, had to wait at the passport control for more than an hour (So lucky it didn`t happen in Minsk, but that`s another story).
The air-port was packed pre pesach balagan, slowly slowly the crowd disappeared, and it was only me and this other guy waiting, he was tall, hadsome and worried. Time goes by, and then someone from the passport control office approaches the other guy, looks at him very carefully, compares him with his photo in the passport and asks, in a worried voice:
Jesus?
Other Guy: Yes, that`s my name.
Loved it. that was the day I met Jesus.
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