It all happened in the night between the greatest decision of my life and the moment I was supposed to make my parents to know about it. Well, not exactly all of it. That night, I had a nightmare. It was the worst nightmare I have ever had. I dreamed I was a Jew. The only nightmare that might have been worse than that one, was the one in which I broke my arm by a bear falling asleep on it. When I woke up, I found my brother sleeping on it. And it really was broken.
Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Jews, or against their religion. Or against any of their not understood customs. I mean, they insist to wear furry hats in the warmest day of the year, but that’s only their problem. And they cut some body-parts to their own babies and then keep claiming that they don’t abuse other country's children. On the other hand, they also claim that god's got an explanation for that. And who argues with god?
But me? A Jew? That was too much. So I made another important decision in less then six hours and came into the living room with brushed teeth, brushed hair and a key of the front door in my pocket, to run out when it's needed.
"Good morning." Mom came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea and placed herself on the big sofa, next to dad. They both had bills in their hands and tried to figure out some money issues. It was probably the most inappropriate moment to say such thing as "I'm going to Israel." There was a short silence before dad smiled to me, said "good morning", and put his face back into the bills. I waited a few seconds before repeating, "I am going to Israel."
Mom took off her glasses, "Finish college first, then we'll talk."
"No, I mean… I'm going next week."
Their both faces were raised up, examining every inch of my face. "If you wanna get killed, there are easier ways." Mom said.
"And cheaper." Dad added.
"No, I'm serious. I really want to do this. And I'm going to."
"As I remember, you are studying next week. So, again, we'll talk about it later."
"We don't really have to talk. I've already ordered the ticket." Lie number one.
"What ticket?!" dad started to realize and I tied my hold on the key.
"To Israel. Just wanted to tell you, so I guess now I can go." I made a few quick steps toward the door.
"Wait!" mom stood up. "What are you talking about? What about college?!"
"Oh, that…" I looked at the floor. "Yeah, that's the other thing I wanted to tell you. I quit." I opened the door and left the house.
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