A defector from another country moves in to an apartment in Chicago, and his new neighbor asks what his apartment back home was like.

“Oh, it was perfect,” the defector says. “I could not complain.”

“What about your job?”

“Oh, my job was perfect. I could not complain.”

“And the food?”

“Oh, the food was perfect. I could not complain.”

“So if everything was perfect in North Korea, why did you move?”

The man says, “Here I can complain.”