The Difference

Ephraim Kishon

1954

Yitzhak Klein gave such an angry kick to the garbage can that it flew straight into the middle of the sidewalk, scattering its stinking contents in all directions. Klein nearly exploded in his boiling rage that overflowed upon this crazy land. He had a meeting with that sabra, who had managed to pick up a decent Yiddish from him, and he was already…

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Ephraim Kishon

1924–2005

Born Ferenc Hoffmann to an assimilated Jewish family in Budapest, Ephraim Kishon began writing as a teenager, although his studies and early literary efforts were cut short by the Holocaust. Upon immigrating to Israel, Kishon became the new nation’s chief satirist, casting his sharp eye on the actions of the Labor Zionist state as well as the condescension with which established Israelis of Ashkenazi descent treated incoming Mizrahi immigrants. In the 1980s, Kishon moved to Switzerland, where he continued to write humorous commentary.

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