A parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity with elements of paranormality.

And then I say to him, “Here is a funny post I read on Facebook” – I said one morning to my son during breakfast.

A man asks what to feed the household spirit so that he does not make noise at night, leave cookies or a saucer of milk?

Doesn’t he understand that the household spirit is just energy information? And he does not have a material stomach and intestines.”

We laughed. And then began to mind our own business.

Then, somewhere during lunch, the owner’s car drives into the yard, although he usually parks it near the gate of the house. I was in the bathroom and heard the car doors slamming. I leave the bathroom and see that my son looks rather strange.

“What’s wrong with you, dear? Did something happen?” – I ask.

“They so quickly carried something heavy and oblong upstairs. It looked like a coffin.” – he replied.

“What kind of nonsense? Why do they need it? True, the owner’s wife returned from the grandmother’s funeral from the village a couple of days ago, but she is already buried.” – I reacted.

“Do you remember the owner of the house said that his mother died recently, maybe this is such a rite for 40 days?” – the son did not let up.

“I don’t know, I haven’t heard anything like that. All this, to be honest, looks like nonsense. But everything is possible, I don’t know what customs and orders are here.” – I remarked.

And we were in Adjara in Batumi.

And then suddenly we felt the anxiety that appeared, we suddenly felt very uncomfortable at home and we decided to take a walk and clear our minds.

There was a bakery not far from our house and when we approached it, the son suggested: “Let’s buy some small cupcake just in case, like that man on Facebook who was haunted by an invisible creature wanted to do.”

And we really bought a small cupcake in the bakery for this purpose, while we ourselves were already choking with laughter.

After walking another two hundred meters along the street, we met a tall man walking towards us, carrying a large shovel. Surprisingly, it was I who paid attention to the shovel, although my son is usually more attentive.

“Look,” – I say: “the shovel is just to bury the object that they were carrying.” – I said and burst out laughing.

And the son said thoughtfully: “I’ve never seen anyone carrying a shovel before.”

We walked a little more and now the son says “Look, look at that stone stele, there was a candle and a portrait of the deceased” (really there are such small stone steles in Batumi).

“Yeah, I didn’t even notice” – I answered.

When we were already returning to the house, a “brilliant” idea suddenly dawned on me that the Toyota sedan of the owner of the house was not so large that a two-meter coffin fit into it.

The owner’s car was parked not far from the entrance gate, and a really two-meter object obviously couldn’t fit in there.

We laughed for a long time at our stupidity, importance and unreasonable fears.

A cupcake for a spirit, left on the table overnight, remained untouched in the morning.

And on the glass in the bathroom showed up the inscription “Ha-ha! Moron!”


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Not everything happens at home is easy either.

“We don’t help anyone. Don’t get your hopes up.” – a security guard at the Social security organization told us.

“Tough. Really, Noam?” – I said to my son with a sigh.

“You can’t say more precisely. Let’s go knock on the door of my former school, Haya.” – suggested the son.

A few minutes later we did just that.

“Of course, I’ll try to help you, come back in a few days.” – suggested the school’s social worker.

“Yeah, looks like it’s a bummer.

Noam, from today’s conversation with the owner of the “Wanderer”, the hostel where we stayed, American George, I realized that he is ready to help us by lowering the price of housing?” – I asked my son.

“Yes, Haya, he is a good person, an altruist, he likes to help people.” – Noam replied.

But as it turned out, we were again in for an unpleasant surprise.

“Unfortunately, the hostel will most likely be closed tomorrow for a few days, we are waiting for the check, inspector.” – volunteer Ariel told us at the entrance.

“Which inspector?” – we asked with surprise.

“I don’t know, ask the owner, he will drive up now.” – offered the volunteer.

And indeed, while we were dumbfounded digesting the news, the entrance gate opened and a tall, elderly, gray-bearded man entered with a large plastic package in his hands, filled with buns sprinkled with sesame seeds.

“Help yourself, this is from my second hostel, I just closed it. Tomorrow, by 10 am, this one will most likely need to be closed. The inspector is expected, they called me, they said that there will be an inspection. Sorry guys, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, but looks like you need to find another place to live.” – George added.

“Do you know any cheap hostel?” – we asked one of the hostel workers.

“Yes, I know, “Anna”, it’s not far from here …” – he answered.

“Well, let’s go look for …” – we decided.

“We have already searched the entire area, but we failed to find a hostel with that name. What should we do, Noam?” – after an hour of unsuccessful searches, I asked my son.

“Shop workers usually have this kind of information.” – he replied.

“Exactly.” – I added.

“Shalom, do you know where the hostel “Anna” is?” – we asked the cashier of the nearest store, who was clearly bored with nothing to do.

“Guys, I don’t know the name of the hotel opposite, where there is a bamboo fence and red lanterns, but I would not advise you to go there, the other day I saw how a black man was taken out of there, perhaps other hotels in this area are less criminal, but I’m not going to advise you, you’d better see for yourself…” – he replied.

“Yeah, not funny.” – I said.

“Absolutely.” – added the son.

“We need to do something, dear, let’s go with things in the morning to the diving club and the “Starfish” guest house, where I used to work and we lived with you, I think they won’t kick us out.” – I suggested.

“I hope so too.” – he agreed.

No sooner said than done.

“Starfish” was located in a spacious two-story white villa with a large yard, and a spacious swimming pool, necessary for learning to dive.

To be continued…


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Jan 28

Icy reception.

“Well, you’re talking about this again, Haya. Didn’t you think that our readers would most likely ask, “And who did this, if not people? These guys write just nonsense, what do they have instead of brains?” – said the son.

“But, Noam, we describe in detail what happened to us in the book “Unexplained episodes from everyday life “Season 1. Episode 8. We described there only what really took place, but how and why this happened, we can only to put forward my personal hypothesis, because we could not find the answer to this question in any search engine.” – I objected.

“Okay, Haya, we need to do something, let’s go look for the villa of freedivers Asher and Baruch, they have always been kind and attentive to us, but on the trip we, for some reason I don’t understand, could not contact them, maybe now they something to help us when we finally see them in real life.” – suggested the son.

“OK! You know, Noam, I can’t help but feel that some tangible changes have taken place here during our absence.
But here it seems is the freediving club. The villa is similar to the one I saw on Baruch’s Facebook stories.” – I reported.

“Are we really going to see Asher or Baruch now, Haya?
We talked so much with their faked ones during the trip that actually meeting them seems like something fantastic.” – the son asked excitedly.

We pressed the bell on the gate and a pleasant elderly man in a hat, opening the gate for us, kindly invited us in.

“Look, Noam, Asher is sitting in an ice bath. I’ve already seen it in his Facebook story.” – I said quietly to my son.

“Yes, great, considering that it’s 95 degrees Fahrenheit outside.” – the son was surprised.

Indeed, from the bath, in which huge chunks of ice floated and stood near the entrance to the villa, the head of Asher, a tall thirty-year-old man, a swarm blue-eyed blond.

“I can sit here for half an hour, you can touch the water, it’s terribly cold.
But guys, you came a little out of time. Today we are resting with the whole family. My parents, my brother and my wife’s parents arrived, and tomorrow my wife and I are leaving for Italy for 10 days. Baruch left for relatives in Tel Aviv, he will probably arrive tomorrow, the diving season is ending and we have no work for you now. You can ask Baruch when he will arrive. Happily. I hope everything works out for you.” – the frost-resistant guy told us, without leaving the ice bath.

“You know, Noam, when we approached the villa, we felt that it would be so. That this meeting would not bring any positive result. But I was surprised and shocked by Asher’s eyes. They seem to be empty.” – I commented.

“I noticed it too. His eyes are similar to the eyes of Kai from the tale “The Snow Queen”, they are empty and cold.” – added the son.

“I agree, but the resolution of our problems with you, dear, does not tolerate delay.
We need to understand what to do. What action do you propose to take?” – I asked my son.

“Let’s go to Revakha (social organization), my former school to see a social worker, finally, let’s go to the diving club where you worked, its founder is a good person.
In short, we will knock on all doors.” – he suggested.

“Yes, some of them must open, otherwise it simply cannot be…”

To be continued…


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