That reminds me of the time when I moved from crowded New York to rular Virginia and bought a house there with one acre of land. Shortly after arriving there, someone rang my door bell and when I opened the door a man introduced himself as a Methodist Minister, wlecomed me to the community and invited me tocome join his church. I thanked him on the warm welcome and told him that I appreciate the invitation but that I couldn't join his parish because I am Eastern Orthodox. "No problem," he said, "I will write to you church and ask that they release you."
I must confess that the good minister brought me to the brink of laughter, but I held my composore because his intentions were sincere, but apparently he knew nothing about us.
Great story, Kosta! Imagine telling that one in a village square down in the old country over cigs and schilvo! :0