Seven years between the birth of his son and the death of his father... These were good years for Etgar Keret, albeit full of anxiety. Leo was born in the midst of another terrorist attack. My father was diagnosed with cancer. The threat of war hung like a dark shadow over their home. Trying to escape from the gloomy reality, Keret wrote down his thoughts, deep and not so deep, sad and funny, absurdist and realistic, about everything that was happening around him. And the resulting stories were about fragility, strangeness, the impossibility of life, about love, about family, about the world. Etgar Keret is perhaps the best storyteller in modern literature.