playing on a laptop, while my branded cream pea-soup with mushrooms has been cooking. Mushrooms should be fried first, mixed up with vegetable oil, sour cream and tomato paste – taste a life of luxury.

After stepping out of bus, I saw some woman sitting on a concrete. That’s why I started sortingall of my coins fast, but I couldn't just throw her a single coin, so I shifted the whole banknote from my wallet to her paper cup.

– Why I gave her money?

I went home, had a beer and decided not to give a single penny to anyone who’s sitting on a concrete again. Because I didn't even understand why I did it before.

What if it was an Evolution itself which wanted to exсlude people like this woman?

And I was just stopping the development of all humanity by shifting

banknotes from my wallet to a paper cups. Besides, how could my money help this woman when even I was a beggar, who tried to survive by working in a factory while getting an education.

Soon I became aware about this woman grabbed much more money than I ever did! She had a boss! What the hell I was doing? Well, now I know the real truth.

(c) Arthur Poghosyan. Confession on Joe Rogan's podcast, February 2016.

Contact-Manager #4

After mail guy's visit, I started digging info about Arthur Poghosyan. There was nothing about Arthur Poghosyan. Meanwhile his text records kept coming continuously. This time, new envelope was needed to be found in the forest.

There was a police patrol which saw me walking alone surrounded by trees and also holding the phone. Seems like I was looking suspicious for them, they obviously thought I was a junkie who was searching for his dope. They started to run rapidly towards me. I stood still and asked them as confident as I could:

– Are you running after me?

They answered:

– Yes.

And then they asked me to show up the phone's display. I showed it up and all suspicions got left. I was clean.

«Handballand»

I was driving home from work by bus full of hope and people. And I found out myself standing under the engine. The sole of the shoes started to melt. I felt panic. And sorry about levitation courses which I skipped at past times.

The bus was stuck in traffic. I lost sense of time. Finally, there was a stop point

where people emptied the bus. And I sat down near one gypsy-woman with a kid.

Kid's shoes had a nice battle with my trousers. His shoes took a victorious win.

And trousers suffered a dramatic defeat.

Acting like Johnny Depp from Jarmusch movie, I went into supermarket. Took bananas, apples, a pack of Idaho peas and one yeast-free bread without sugar.

While Idaho peas has been cooking, I started my sport-exercises. After cooking and sporting I

took a cold shower and had a sense that the worst part of the day was gone.

Suddenly, I remembered my school and how participated in PE's Olympiad.

Besides my sport-skills (which were actually good), in this Olympiad I was required of sport history knowledge. On the paper of test there was a question:

– Name the country where Handball was established.

The question was without any answers below, so I just wrote «Handballand». As I was told a bit later, my «Handballand» act disgraced the school.

Oh God, good old days when I didn't have a job and a second job, didn't study at the university, didn't have a financial debt… It was just life.

I finished the dinner and settled down. An hour later I will be speaking about second job projects with another boss. For what sake? All I can say is just I can't stand the bus rides anymore.

(c) Arthur Poghosyan. Poetic technography, dedicated to the 3 rd part of the 1 st article of the Constitution of the Independent Republic of Handballand, three years before moving to London.