Haaretz, Oct. 11, 2016

the bureaucrat seemingly finds himself suddenly facing a superior power, to which this specific client is connected.

[...] The bank drew up a list of the missing papers that were required. There were 20 documents on the list: from the Bat Yam Municipality (the city in which I live), from the municipality in which my parents lived, death certificates, confirmation from my sister, who lives in Kiev, that she would forgo my parents’ money. … Afterward, they started to entertain doubts about whether I was a Jew at all and whether I was in the country legally. They sent me to the Rabbinate. The Rabbinate sent me to get authorization from the Kiev archive about the Jewishness of my grandfather and grandmother on my mother’s side and my father’s side[....]

“The Prime Minister’s Bureau told me that if I had any problems I could go to them.”

It seemed to me that the manager started to grow smaller, to shrink into the luxurious leather armchair with the high back.