One day, Nasreddin Hodja was walking down the road when he came across a man.
They started chatting and talked about this and that for nearly an hour.
After a while, Hodja said:
— Sorry, my friend. I just realized… I don’t know your name. What was it?
The man was very surprised:
— If you didn’t know me, why have you been talking to me for an hour?
Nasreddin Hodja replied:
— Your clothes looked so much like mine… I thought you were me!
