– Yeah.
– Can’t find any normal job? – she asked.
– I like to work like a man, – I said.
She led me along the rail tracks. There were platforms with a huge number of bricks. I was new body here, endless quantity of predatory eyes of many naked men were looking at me walking next to the boss. I was afraid to look back at them and just moved further, highly doubting about the correctness of my strategically correct decision. Finally, we came to the last platform, the old boss shouted:
– Lera! Show this guy how to work.
A young girl 25-27 years old appeared from behind the bricks. I climbed up to her platform, she said:
– Hello.
– Hello! – I responded.
– Can’t find any normal job?
– I like this one!
She put the bricks in a special configuration which was growing into a huge cube.
Then it has to be strapped with a green ropes and transported to the warehouse by fork-lift car. I could not understand how she works among these naked predators, putting out hot bricks from the stove to a cubes in summer 40-degree heat. I asked:
– How long you’ve been working here?
– 2 years.
I lasted 3 weeks at this factory.
It was the same in any place I’ve been. In whatever field of activity I fell into, I met fragile women who courageously coped with the burden of the most unpleasant conditions that seemed unbearable to me. I have learned significant lessons for the rest of life from contact with girls. No matter how dark or deep I found myself, my eyes were always looking for a woman. Seeing her, I understood that as a man I just have to cope with anything, anything the delicate and vulnerable She copes with. It calms me down.
(c) Arthur Poghosyan. An example of understanding neosexism during a lunch break at the «Hide» restaurant, Mayfair, London, March 2019.
Contact-Manager #6
After my wife’s death I lost any meaning of life. Arthur Poghosyan is the only string, which makes a connection between me and the real world. Even if I’ll not be capable of solving his mystery, at least, this chase keeps me alive.
Serving the others
I was listening to «Lascia Ch'io Pianga» from Trier's «Antichrist», drinking wine and watching stars from the balcony. I have to say, I was bored. Some mosquito was buzzing, destroying my self-control. In vain I waved my hands, hoping he would finally surrender. Then I fell asleep. Dawn brought itself early. I woke up and tilted my head back. Two flycatchers were sitting on the wall. «Why don't you eat mosquitos?» I took off my phone from charging, scrolled some «Instagram»