Time at 20: 00, returned home from work and I hear the music playing in the neighboring apartment, namely a "good" chanson about the hard life. Well, I think what to pay attention to, has the right. While I took a shower, ate dinner, bathed my son (4 months) and put him to sleep with his neighbor, nothing changed. I look at the clock, time 23:10, I decide to go down to the neighboring entrance (the neighbor lives in the neighboring entrance, the mirror apartment of mine). I call the cellphone, no one responds. I stood, knocked, called again, but the result was the same. I come home and see that the wife with a little on her hands, and the music of the neighbor can already be disassembled by words. As a result, psychoanul, I call the service and tell them the whole story (parallel data). After 40 minutes, a guard stops at the neighboring entrance, from there, two boys walked out and entered the entrance. After 2-3 minutes there is a long-awaited silence. I slept safely. The fun begins in the morning. I go out of the entrance and meet this neighbor and he declares to me (C-neighbor, I-I)

You are from such an apartment, right?

I am giving. Yes is.

- C. Not by concepts you live, neighbor (parallelly mastering your hands). Why are you calling rubbish?

What does it mean to live by concepts? I was just born when these concepts didn’t exist (well, in my childhood they didn’t exist, fortunately. 96 years of birth) and I don’t know how to live on them, explain.

Fuck, you are a lost generation. (I went out at sunset)



Thus I became a lost generation, because I did not allow man to rest on concepts.