A Jew goes to the High Court.
"Adultery?"
"It's kind of
like, uh".
"Clear. Tax
fraud?"
"No, not
that, but..."
"Is also
clear".
And so on all counts. A living man, one of us without sin.
"Well, you're
a good man, but up, up. One fake bankruptcy. Anyway, we'd like to help you, but
no. You're talking to hell!"
The escorts come in politely, but they take their hands and take them
out.
Corridor endless, doors, doors... From somewhere screaming, moaning.
Cast smells. nameplates on Doors-"Irladians", "Malays",
even the "Inuits" are written on one door. They brought the man to
the door with the inscription "Jews".
"Well,
good luck" and get in the back with the scream "Take the
replenishment!"
* * *
A man walks in, looks around with fear. Chilled. However, they are the
vineyards of horizon, the cabins of the nice, and the white ones beneath the
red tiles. The fields are relaxed, and the irrigation system is automatic. And
on the horizon, there's a mega-city, skyscrapers, glass-concrete-landscape
design.
There's a guy on quadracycl, and give a motorcycle stretcher.
"New? Let's
go, I'll drop to the house".
"A-a-a-A. Uh,
tell me, is this all around - is that hell?"
"Oh, yes. But didn't see what happened
here 75 years ago!"
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