Getting Lost
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Loading ...So it seems that this 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…”