何でも良い

Here’s a small and insignificant proof that the world is getting smaller, and civilization gaps narrower. In the past, it could have taken some surprising minutes, sometimes even a pen and paper, in order for the non-Israeli in front of me to understand my middle-eastern funny sounding name. I was Zoha, Zala, Zara, Jua (India…), Zaha, Zora and even Zoe. These days, most people – well, especially non-Chinese – seem to get my name immediately. Some even go as far as asking me if I like cutting hair, and what do I think of Adam Sandler. Till now I have been captiously correcting them, but I guess there would come a time when I would just let it go. You don’t mess with a Zohan.