In the days of the Soviet Union, it happened that a peasant, working in the fields of a collective farm, was one day questioned by the commissar, who demanded,
"How was the crop this year?"
"Oh, we had a rich harvest ... many, many potatoes. So many potatoes, in fact, that if you piled them up to the sky, they would reach the foot of God!"
The commissar scolded,
"Comrade, there is no God."
The laborer replied,
"There aren't any potatoes either ..."