Back in the days of the Soviet Union, a Jewish man living in Moscow applies to move to Israel.

At 3:00 AM there’s banging on his door. It’s the KGB.

“You! Jew! You applied to move to Israel?” He nods.

“Here in Russia, don’t you have food to eat?”  

“Yeah, I can’t complain.”  

“And here in Russia, don’t you have place to live?”  

“Yeah, yeah, I can’t complain.”  

“And here in Russia, don’t you have job to work at?”  

“Yeah, I can’t complain.”  

“So, Jew, why did you apply to move to Israel?”

“Because There I can complain!”