Category: Political Jokes

BLESS YOU

It was a cold day and one of the passengers on the crowded train to Moscow sneezed. The man seated in the corner, whose leather-coat and short boots gave him away as belonging to the security-police, raised his head from his “Pravda” newspaper and in a loud and booming voice asked:

“Which of you comrades sneezed?”

All conversation ceased and everyone held their breath, waiting for the culprit to identify himself. When nobody answered, the KGB man repeated his query:

“I am asking again, who sneezed?’

A pale, thin fellow at the back of the crowd raised his hand hesitatingly:

“I did. I have a bad cold.”

“Gesundheit, tovarisch!” - said the KGB man and returned to his paper.

Custom Search

Category: Political Jokes

BLESS YOU

Another Soviet era joke:

It was a cold day and one of the passengers on the crowded train to Moscow sneezed. The man seated in the corner, whose leather-coat and short boots gave him away as belonging to the security-police, raised his head from his “Pravda” newspaper and in a loud and booming voice asked:

“Which of you comrades sneezed?”
All conversation ceased and everyone held their breath, waiting for the culprit to identify himself. When nobody answered, the KGB man repeated his query:
“I am asking again, who sneezed?’
A pale, thin fellow at the back of the crowd raised his hand hesitatingly:
“I did. I have a bad cold.”
“Gesundheit, tovarisch!” - said the KGB man and returned to his paper.

Custom Search

Category: In the Middle East

THE SPY

The USSR used to plant “moles” in Western countries. These KGB operatives were told to find themselves civilian jobs, establish families and take up hobbies, so as to blend completely into their host society. Many years later, when somebody above suspicion was needed in that particular country, the operator would be activated.

During one of the big waves of new immigrants immigrating to Israel, a mole was sent along. Twenty years later, the local KGB man - masquerading as a TASS correspondent - was told to activate the mole. All he knew was the man’s address, that his name is Cohen and that he is married with two children.

When the operative arrived at the given address, he found to his surprise that there are four Cohens living in the big apartment house. Luckily enough, a child was playing downstairs and he immediately asked:

“Who are you looking for, Uncle?”

“Do you know Cohen?” - asked the KGB man. “He has two young children.”

“Of course. I know everybody in this house,” - protested the boy. “There is Moishe Cohen the banker, but he is a pensioner and his children are grown-up. Abraham Cohen, the painter has no children; then there is David Cohen, the hairdresser, but he is not married, so you are probably looking for Yitzhak Cohen, the spy. He lives on the 3rd floor, Apartment 34.”

Custom Search