Гриша Куква – (c) Arthur Poghosyan (страница 3)

The next record I received by bird. Pigeon landed down on my opened window.

Pooped a bit. There was a little piece of paper tamed to his right feet by string. I found a fragment of map there. I was never able to read maps. So, I gave a mission to translate this little paper to geodetic bureau. Two days later they answered. Thus, I discovered where hides another text record.

Women

During the summer holidays, my parents finally said «no» to my basic needs financing, it was

ended with the following words:

– We have no money for you.

I made a strategically correct decision to find any possible way to earn money.

The choice fell on a brick factory, where working conditions had no requests for an official employment. At the factory I was met by an old boss: «First time here?»

– 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»

and made a few sips of «Fiji» and with an open door, which was letting light of the sun through, I fell asleep again.

Some events, which were taking place in the 21st century, have attracted my very attention. Look at «TikTok» at least. The government has reached the apogee of corruption, using its position and resources to achieve its personal goals, where the main thing is to preserve its current power. What terms do they use when broadcasting in the mass media about their activities? Nearby concepts like

«public benefits». As if each of their actions is supposed to be based on bringing something good to others. I see: who shouts the most about «serving others»? -

People who drowned in their greed and vices, people who unable to create.

There are some commodity-exporting countries, their economies are supported by fossil fuels or agricultural products. However, in situation of absence of any creation-process as an alternative way of enrichment, any reserve will exhaust itself. And from which resource you'll replenish this absence? Of course, from the people.

As if dropping a straw into a glass of a public smoothie, the authorities will suck the remaining blood from the body in a coma to the end, raising the retirement age and taxes. How this will be explained through the media? Of course, it is a public benefit: «It will be better this way», «We hope for your understanding».

(c) Arthur Poghosyan. Speech at the XXXII G7 Summit on behalf of Japan, about supply of energy resources from the North Atlantic Ocean, 2016.

Contact-Manager #7

Okay, I understood. I was trapped into a torture. There were women walking down the streets who didn’t want to be with me, and many of «Mercedes» cars which I couldn’t afford. That’s why I downloaded «Tinder», where signed myself as a Contact-Manager. And also invested money into a stocks on a long-term conditions. Every month, through an anonymous encrypted channel, I received coordinates, following which I traveled around the world, finding various records under the authorship of Arthur Poghosyan. I found the next record when climbed on the top of the slagheap (big pile of recycled coal), the record was hidden among the recycled coal.

Ocean and puddle

When I wonder about life for the sake of others and life for the sake of yourself, I consider the first one as much closer option to my heart.

Serving others means sharing my warmth and energy with people and nature.

Sharing love through my unique way. It could be kitchen help for mother, money transaction to some Baikal Lake safety foundation, or maybe if you’re kind of producer, you can try to unleash the creativity potential, for example, of the Munich youth.

Before share «something», «it» requires to be accumulated first. In other words, serving the others is preceded by serving yourself, to discover and unbox your inner potential.

I was always afraid of losing my time while taking care of myself instead of others.

Afraid of doing something with my own progress while strewing my thin energy puddle among the friends, following the principle of «serving others». I blindly tried to be good, supportive, polite and sympathetic.

At that time, I was plagued by thoughts that living for others sake is much bigger than only being polite with friends or giving a beggar a couple of euros. I understood that do something great and meaningful you can only when you have a whole ocean of power, which you can share without any burnout.

If human creates something, he’s sharing goods of his creation with others.

Studying the examples of the most successful creators, I realized that the life for others sake which I pursued for, was possible only when I live for my own pleasure, creating and bringing into the world ideas which correlate with my inner state. There is no need to be afraid to waste time on yourself personally.

It's easy to get confused in principles of serving yourself and serving others.

There is a path of theft, violence, deception, fear. As I see, it's a dead end.

But creation and discovering the way of sharing your love, finding joy in each new day – this is a high level life. This is the truth and the power. And if you choose this path, then everything will be fine.

Then the ocean will be opened.

(c) Arthur Poghosyan. Autumn monologue on the balcony of a rented apartment in Florence, 2016.

Contact-Manager #8

I’ve watched an interview with Yohji Yamamoto. Then interview with Jeff Buckley.

Opened «Tinder», put many of my likes. I put to everyone. Wrote to a beautiful girl. We went for a walk and I asked:

– Do you know Arthur Poghosyan?

– Who is he?

– Hm…

I had geoposition of the next record. And suggested her to come with me. We came close to a hollow tree, I put my hand into this tree till the elbow and took the record out.

– What’s this? – she asked.

Battle. No… It’s war

Asphalt roadway, paved on both sides for pedestrians, roadway which leading to a place that belongs to me. Place where I wrote «Home» – a poem that entered the culture of mankind, having a tremendous impact on public consciousness.

Moon was burning while remaining light of the fading day was almost extinguished. My course was towards the sun, northwest course. Young shepherds with goats walked and passed by as if from the pages of children’s fairytale. Autumn comes earlier here. Leaves by falling down generate an orange foundation, which looks similar to Persian carpet in Brodsky's anteroom.

Christmas tree was torn out together with its roots by strong winds. This fir tree was looking at the rest trees on a small height left to fall, grabbing for wire-lines of street lighting by its prickly branches. Beauty, tragedy. Nature sacrifices itself, making fir tree as a simple soldier to strike down the infrastructure of homo sapiens. Battle. No… It’s war. How beautiful is here. I sat down on my favorite bench and took out fruits from my bag.