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felt a strong need to call her and explain why he didn’t go to her house that day, but he thought his grandfather was involved and therefore it would be best to keep her out of this. The hard life she had was enough and she didn’t need his predicaments. He was flooded with feelings of revenge against his grandfather.
    The long stay in detention helped him improve his understanding of the Romanian language. He was surprised he didn’t know the language as he expected, though he came to Israel at age five, he was already speaking Romanian. The fact he almost never spoke Romanian over the years was apparently a drawback to his mastery of the language. However, while his stay in detention helped him refresh his Romanian language skills, it had been bad for his soul. These were three months of uncertainty. What direction would it lead him? Who or what was waiting for him in Romania, if anything at all.
    On the plane, a large respectable-looking man in his late thirties sat next to him; perhaps it was the suit that gave the impression of his build. The stranger looked intently through the window of the plane as if there was something to see other than the white clouds on a blue canopy that hid the earth from sight. Daniel did not feel like talking to him, but it was necessary in this position. He had to gather information to understand where he was headed. Will he be homeless? Maybe there were organizations that could give him temporary shelter or anything else that could help him, at least during the first days.
    Half an hour had passed until he had worked up the courage to speak with the man beside him. He began with the most banal question, "Excuse me sir, do you know how long the flight to Romania is?" He enjoyed getting used to the Romanian language.
    "Two and a half hours," the man replied, without taking his eyes off the window, demonstrating an unwillingness to continue the conversation. But Daniel continued, "How's the weather there?"
    The guy looked at him with a serious expression. "Enough snow," he replied briefly.
    "By the way, I am Daniel," he was quick to shake the hand of the man who identified himself as Mikhail, but the strategy did not help. Mikhail did not expand the conversation. Daniel had to stop his attempts. He took out a paper and read.
    "Do you read Hebrew?" he asked. ‘Just when I decided to stop talking, he started to talk,’ Daniel thought.
    "I studied at the boarding school for a few years," he replied, and hurried to ask a question so the conversation would flow. "Did you also work in Israel?"
    "I was in Israel for five years." Mikhail smiled and released a sigh. "I was a foreman. I was responsible for the Romanian workers, including getting the job done."
    Daniel folded the paper, "A tough job, but is it not more difficult to be away from your family for five years?"
    Mikhail released an unexpected laugh. The silent fellow turned out to be a friendly man. "No, on that matter, I handled it well. My wife also worked in Israel as a housekeeper for the contractor. We registered her as one of the workers, more accurately as an architect." Mikhail smiled again. "It was convenient for the contractor, and comfortable for me, of course."
    Mikhail continued to talk enthusiastically about his work in Israel and the profits he managed to make. From his life in Israel, Mikhail began to talk about his future and told Daniel he was going to work as a foreman in Constanza. The money there might not be as big as in Israel, but he could not refuse the contractor’s offer to be the manager of the site. Mikhail did not need someone to pat him on the back. He did it himself pretty well. When he was done, they were already preparing for landing. Daniel failed in the mission he had set out for himself. He obtained more information about Mikhail than succeeding to get any information about life in Romania.
    "Well, it’s enough to talk about myself. What about you, where do you live?"
    "I really don’t know. It’s