5I can imagine how it went with Biro. Milt spun the story for us when he got back. Of course, I was used to his penchant for exaggeration and unfounded optimism. And later events made it apparent that he didn’t necessarily come back with everything he’d expected to get.
Lászlo Jozsef Biro ran a small print shop on a side street in downtown Buenos Aires. Back in Budapest, he’d been a journalist. Just two years ago in 1943, he and his business-partner brother Gyorgy had emigrated, for several compelling reasons. First off, they were Jews. And they could afford to leave. And it wasn’t just what the German occupiers wanted Lászlo not to write. It was also what they wanted him to print.
It was Lászlo Biro’s affinity for printing technology that had inspired the pen’s invention, which he had e
