A personal story about my experience with Imi
Well he didn’t own a cake shop, he just used to visit it on a daily basis. When I met Imi he was 64 years old, already retired from military service for 10 years, and he just gave his 2 training places (one in Tel-Aviv and the other in Netanya) to his students. So, as a retired gentleman who wasn’t teaching much anymore he had lots of time, so he fulfilled his likeness and habit to sit almost every morning in a coffee shop. When I became Imi’s right hand it was in the early 1980’s. We used to meet at his home or in his favorite coffee shop in Netanya, named “UGATI” that means “my cake” in Hebrew. It was considered almost like an establishment which was owned by a Hungarian couple, who had the knowledge of making cakes and coffee like Imi was used to in his hometown and neighboring capitols. We had there a favorite cake, its name sounded like RIGO YANCHI and Imi told me what it meant BTW, Imi’s mother tongue was German, however he was fluent in Hungarian and the Hungarian culture was practically at his home.