Our parents were among the ﬁrst in Tabriz to own a private home-telephone.
Unfortunately, we very soon found out that alongside the advantages of having a telephone, it had some serious drawbacks as well. For example, telephone harassment. The phone would ring, my mother would rush to pick it up, and when she put it down a few moments later, all color had run out of her face. What did this harasser tell our mother?
I asked her to let me pick up the phone next time. She agreed, and we sat and waited for the phone to ring. When it ﬁnally did, I quickly ran and answered, and without waiting for the other side to start a conversation, used all the curses and dirty words in my vocabulary, and then some more! Then out of the receiver came my father’s voice: “Sasson, what’s with you? What are all these things you’re wishing me? I’m your father!”
I was so afraid I threw the phone to the ground, and so embarrassed I started running back and forth not knowing where to hide myself.