I seem to have forgotten how to tell how I had a long time that I entered my homeland. And I entered from Ukraine, through the Belgorod station, and here's how. A border guard appeared in the doorway, studied marks - and found that I flew, three weeks ago, not at Ukraine, but to Israel. She clarified, smiling lightly: - Did you go home? I suggested watching a more careful passport, namely: the column “place of birth”. “Ah, yes,” said the border guard.