"Call Yaffa!"
It had a telephone number scrawled next to it.Who was Yaffa? I had no idea. I decided to call the number and find out why I was supposed to call her.“Is this Yaffa?” I asked.“Yes, and who are you?”“I’m Lucca, did you ever call me on the phone and ask to be called back?”“No," she said carefully, "and what did you say your name was?”“Tell me, are you some kind of professional, a manicurist maybe?”“No way, what gives you the idea? I work for the Income Tax Authorities, and this for the last 25 years!”“Oh, so why do I have your number?”“No idea, how should I know? Did you ever put in a claim with the Income Tax?”“All I know about the Income Tax is they are not always kind people! But you are nice! You are the exception! And this is probably a mistake!”I found three connected pills, and turned them around to find out that they were an anti-depression medication. They must have been in my bag for a long time, because I don’t remember when exactly I was depressed!Oh and look now, a piece of candy wrapped in blue paper! I remember this one! Once I had coffee in some place and I got the candy along with my cup of coffee. Since it was wrapped in blue I decided it was milk chocolate, and if I must sin, I sin only with dark! So why is it here? Maybe I kept it waiting for the time when I would be a kilo or two lighter! Or maybe I simply do not have the heart to discard chocolate - one of the truest friends in my life!My search went on and I found two coins, each 10 shekel. What a pleasant surprise!I decided to make some order in this chaos: Papers sin one pile, objects in another and money in a third. Now what do I keep and what can I throw out?The telephone rang and I realized that I had no time left, and was off to the 6’oclock lecture. I tossed everything back into my bag.I’ll sort it all out to-morrow.Maybe.