Arnon Grunberg



I have nothing against decadence, but even decadence has its limits.
This afternoon I celebrated Saint Nicholas with my godson, one of his girlfriends and a few adults.
After seeing the flood of presents I told the adults: “If I ever have a child I will give my child the birch on this particular day – and a pound of potatoes to play with. At least the child will have something to write about when he is 18.”