ياد جورج اورول به خير

جونم براتون بگه حدود يک سال پيش يکي از دوستان
نزديکم که در شيگاگو در يک شرکت مهندسي مشاور
مربوط به نفت کار ميکنه روزي که در رابطه با کار پروسس
به اشکالي بر ميخوره يک ايميل براي برادرش که در ايران
است و او هم همين کاره است ميفرسته و چند سئوال
ميکنه .
برادرش ازايران يه سري فرمول و محاسبات براش ايميل
ميکنه . اين اتفاق ساعت شش بعد از ظهر به وقت شيکاگو
ميفته و همون شب ساعت ده شب يه عده از اف بي آي و
امنيت ملي ميرن در خونه اش و سين جيم ميکننش که اين
ايميل ها چي بوده فرستادي ايران و جواب گرفتي !!!!!!
وقتي براي من تلفني تعريف کرد کلي تعجب کردم و بهش
گفتم -- فکر کنم رندوم اينا کنترل ميکنند و ماجرا تصادفي
بوده .
به هر حال امروز ايميلي به دستم رسيد که اگر چه جوک
است ولي حقيقتي درش نهفته است براتون کپي کرده اينجا
ميگذارم . نانا



An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years. One day he decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his garden, but he knew he was alone and too old and weak.



His son was in college in Paris, so the old man sent him an e-mail explaining the problem:



"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, that you would help me and dig up the garden for me. I love you, your father."



The following day, the old man received a response e-mail from his son:



"Beloved father, please don't touch the garden. That is where I have hidden 'the THING'. I love you, too, Ahmed."



At 4pm the US Army, the Marines, the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, the OHS, and the Rangers visited the house of the old man and took the whole garden apart, searching every inch. But they couldn't find anything. Disappointed, they left the house.

The next day, the old man received another e-mail from his son:



"Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes. That is all I could do for you from here. Your loving son, Ahmed."