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 until we 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 until we finally found her. Then we drank the vodka, and one by one screwed the neighbor's wife. It was a lot of fun."

The reporter, 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 could talk about.

The old man pauses, and with a sad expression he say, "Well, one time I was lost..."