> An old Arab lives close to New York City for more than 40 years. > He would love to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is alone, old and > weak. His son is in college in Paris, so the old man sends him an e-mail. > > He explains 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, you helped me and > dug up the garden for me. I love you, your father." > > The following day, the old man receives a response e-mail from his son: > > "Beloved father, please don't touch the garden. It's there that I have > hidden 'the THING'. I love you, too, Ahmed". > > At 4pm the US Army, the Marines, the FBI, the CIA and the Rangers visit the > house of the > old man, take the whole garden apart, search every inch, but can't find > anything. > Disappointed they leave the house. > > > Another day later, the old man receives another e-mail from his son. > "Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your > potatoes. That's all I could do for you from here. I love you, > Ahmed."
