34 Glorious American Years

"In 1977, the year I was born and the year my father, his mother, his aunt and many other Jews left the Soviet Union (my mother and I left in 1978), the Soviet propaganda machine began circulating a rumor. It went, roughly: life in America is so terrible that the old people eat cat food.


"This was . . . perplexing.


"People didn’t quite get it: 'they have food specifically made for cats in America? What a country!'"

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