A reporter goes to Armenia to write articles about
the people and their land. He meets an old man in a secluded village,
and over a cup of the local brew asks him about the memorable events of
his life. After a bit of thought, the old man says, "Well, there was
this time my donkey got lost, so me and my neighbors got some vodka and
went looking for it. We looked and looked, all the time drinking vodka,
and finally found the donkey, and then one by one we screwed the donkey!
And, then, one time my neighbor's wife got lost, so me and the rest of
the village got some vodka and went out looking for her. We looked and
looked, all the time drinking vodka, and finally found her. Then we got
more vodka and all got drunk and screwed her!"
The interviewer knows he can't write an article about this no matter
if it's true or not, so he encourages the old man to tell him another
story.
He asks him if he had any "dramatic", or especially sad memories that he
could talk about. The old man pauses a little, and a melancholy
expression steals over his features. "Well," he replies, "there was
this one time I got lost..." |
