On Kids and Football
My father was born and raised in a village called Moldovița, nestled at the feet of the densely forested Carpathian mountains in Romania. One of my favorite tales he used to tell us about his childhood is about the Jewish kids’ football team Maccabi Moldovița. All of the boys dreamed about playing in a football team, but they didn’t even have a real ball. This didn’t stop them though, and they came up with a plan: the Schmoll shoe paste company had a sales promotion: collect 100 shoe paste caps, send them to the factory, and you’ll get a free football! The kids did their best to waste as much shoe paste as they could, which of course led to the indignation of their parents, but finally…













An Abyssinian Blue sits at a laptop, paw on the trackpad planning a dire conspiracy.




