Imagine if you will, that you are a box of chocolates. This is not forest Gump- we are speaking of the good kind of chocolate- ‘sachar’ (means dawn)
so you leave some super market in Israel, you are place in a cart, they on the conveyer belt, then to a plastic bag probably (yes I know paper is better, and those repeated bags were not used this time) so then you go to a car, then home, then to suit case, from there to a taxi, then on another conveyer belt, being X-rayed, then driven to a plane , flown half around the world-de-planed- make it through new York costumes, another conveyor belt, another plane to Chicago, another conveyor- 5 hours delay, another conveyor, plane again, another conveyor- then someone pick you up (still in the suit case)- to a car- then let you out. You breath in and out, its evening time, then look at your sister (did I not mention you were one of 2 boxes?) and shocked to see her wounded- chocolate like ooze is leaking- so you watch her being cleaned- band aided – then placed in a bag- you ask her how she feels- - no response- have you ever seen a chocolate respond?. So you breath in and out again, till you notice there is no need to breath in and out again.
Then you are placed in another’s suitcase- someone who loves you but to whom things never go as smoothly as your texture…
so to the suit case –then the car, then to the airport again- to terminal east – where you are dragged in the case to the check in counter – only to discover it’s the wrong air line- you(remember are a chocolate) sense it by being dragged back to the car- and driven away to the main terminal.
Out of the car, walked again, place on the scales- and find out you transporter device is over weight – so you are pulled out of your bag, which goes away on a conveyor… to undisclosed destinations- you being chocolate, simply don’t know.
But you are then place in a smaller bag, the back bag kind and walked for a while- then placed on another conveyor- this time something feels wrong- as the X-rays piercing gaze pass through you and recognize your evil intentions- an alarm is heard, and the cry for ‘bag check’
So the evil bag check empire- opens you host bag and pulls you out- figuring you are liquid- your host tries in vain to explain – noooooooooooooo it’s solid- after eating you . you turn in to fat, which is also solid (kind of….)- the evil empire does not let go- so off you go to the check in counter
To find out, that your previous suit case home is no more- and too late to join it. The hungry continental representative remind you it is time to board. You find soon that there is a mailing service for items of this nature- except on Sunday.
Then you hear the final words from your host- ‘just make sure some needy children gets this, this is good stuff’- the curious rep opens your bag and looks- and no more will your adventures be recorded- you are trusted to the faith of continental check in clerk.
p.s this post sachar has 2 sentences from movies by tom hanks- one is too obvious- but what is the other one
the winner will be directed to a counter where 2 boxes of chocolate may be collected
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