I Love Jokes And Riddles
Another story from the old Soviet Union. One time, Mikhail and Raisa Gorbachev were on their way back from a trip to East Berlin by train. After they had been underway for a while, when they stopped at a station, Raisa asked, "Mikhail, are we in Russia yet?"
Gorbachev was reading a magazine, and without looking up, he stuck his hand out the window and said, "No, we are still in East Germany."
After a while, at another station, Raisa asked again, "Mikhail, are we in Russia yet?"
Again, without looking up from his magazine, Gorbachev stuck his hand out the window and announced, "No, we are now in Poland."
After more time had passed, again Raisa asked if they were in Russia yet, and this time, without looking up, without so much as a glance out the window, Gorbachev again stuck his hand out and announced, "Now we are in Russia."
Raisa was mystified. "How," she asked, "can you tell what country we are in, without looking, just by putting your hand out the window?"
"It's very simple," Gorbachev answered. "The first time, when someone kissed my hand, I knew we were in East Germany. The second time, when someone spat on it, I knew we were in Poland, and the third time, when someone stole my wristwatch, I knew we were back in Russia!"
Gorbachev was reading a magazine, and without looking up, he stuck his hand out the window and said, "No, we are still in East Germany."
After a while, at another station, Raisa asked again, "Mikhail, are we in Russia yet?"
Again, without looking up from his magazine, Gorbachev stuck his hand out the window and announced, "No, we are now in Poland."
After more time had passed, again Raisa asked if they were in Russia yet, and this time, without looking up, without so much as a glance out the window, Gorbachev again stuck his hand out and announced, "Now we are in Russia."
Raisa was mystified. "How," she asked, "can you tell what country we are in, without looking, just by putting your hand out the window?"
"It's very simple," Gorbachev answered. "The first time, when someone kissed my hand, I knew we were in East Germany. The second time, when someone spat on it, I knew we were in Poland, and the third time, when someone stole my wristwatch, I knew we were back in Russia!"
