didn’t want to share it in the morning but now decided to share it with you:

my activity this day started very early, ~ at 4am. I was asked to welcome friend of my friend at the airport. we went to zvartnots (name of the airport), met her, then i took everyone home and then something happened when I was on my way home.

i saw a man with two dogs on that street when I was going up. i made a sigh. it’s touchy to see that even homeless people make friends with dogs and share food and company with them. they have nothing yet they sort of “keep” dogs. when I was going back by that road, it was dark of course, and i have noticed a dog, who was crossing a road very fast. i realized that i will runover the dog, it didn’t notice me. i pressed breaks but that wasn’t enough. in a moment i would hit the dog, but i have turned the wheel very fast. i hit the border of the lawn, car bended to the one side, then another.

i’ve heard barking. got out of the car immediately. the dog was running and barking. i have managed to not hit it. the other dog was barking too. the homeless man crossed a street and was trying to disappear. i’ve asked him if i hit the dog or it’s okay. he didn’t answer, he wanted to disappear. i have shouted a couple of times my question and he answered that the dog is perfectly okay.

then i’ve returned to the car. one of the tires exploded. i moved the car to the more convenient place, changed the wheel. i didn’t know how to do that, but searched in the internet and found a good article. (: it took me ~ an hour to do that. then i went home to sleep and go to work.

after the work i had to meet my old friend. Last week we’ve chatted and agreed to meet this Monday after the work. She is special and she’ll always be special. We’ve got acquainted when she was a student, she came to Yerevan from the other city. There was a time that she didn’t have where to live, and I was renting pretty big flat and suggested to live in one of the rooms.

I had an old, 13 years old dog named Otto. We were taking Otto to walks together. Sometimes he wasn’t feeling well. I remember how we were searching for an open apotheke in the middle of the night through the streets of our city to get medicine for the dog.

When I was coming late, she was helping me by walking with the dog. I wouldn’t trust my dog to any person. I trusted her. And the dog liked her. (: My other friends would run away by seeing a sick dog. Run away from problems, me, dog, my house.

I was enjoying coming home, getting some food for both of us, I did know we would have a short conversation, would drink a cup of tea before I would go to my room to sleep.

Now she teaches herself and she enjoys that. We see each other rarely, and have pretty much different lives and aspirations.

I’ve taken her to Mirzoian library, and we had hot chocolate.

After the meeting I had to meet someone to see what happened to her Ubuntu, but the meeting was cancelled apparently.

I think I would like to learn, and may be I’ve learned a bit to understand when I am happy and value it. Not to understand it when it’s already became the memory.

(:

բնօրինակ սփիւռքում(եւ մեկնաբանութիւննե՞ր)