A western reporter goes to Armenia to write articles about that land. He meets
an old man in a village and asks him about any memorable events in his life.

The old man says, "Well, one time my donkey got lost, so me and my neighbors
got some vodka and went looking for it. We looked and looked and finally found
the donkey. Then we drank the vodka and one by one started screwing the donkey.
It was a lot of fun."

The reporter figures he can't write an article about that, so he asks the old
man to tell him another story.

The old man says, "Well, one time my neighbor's wife got lost, so me and all
the village men got some vodka and went out looking for her. We looked and
looked and finally we found her. Then we drank the vodka and one by one screwed
the neighbor's wife. It was a lot of fun."

The reporter, feeling frustrated, tells the old man that he can't write
articles about those stories and asks him if he has any dramatic or sad
memories that he can talk about.

The old man pauses a little and with a sad expression on his face says, "Well,
one time I was lost..."