Around midday, just as I was about to set my teeth on a very juicy apple that I had finished baptising with the name of lunch, I received a call from my dear old friend Moshe Kaplan, phoning me from the southern tip of Africa.
Needless to say that, in the great scheme of things, and not withstanding the fact that I am a vegetarian, I value Moshe more than any fruit, even if that fruit featured prominently in the Garden of Eden. So, although my dentures fell out, the way I was caught in middle of the action, I did not hesitate to pick up the phone.
Did I know that, in South Africa, only 10% of the population pay taxes? You don't say, I replied hopefully, has the country become a tax haven?
No, man, he fired quickly, those are the ones that carry the burden!
It didn't take me much time to figure out the situation.
Moshe, I said, go get yourself an Afro hair style and move into a shack.
