History of ZH:



I went to work one morning, standing at the tram stop, waiting. A guy approaches me and starts talking to me as if we’ve known each other for a hundred years. I ignored it for a while, and then my tram came. Here the most interesting thing begins! I’m on the train, but the guy doesn’t let me go. He grabbed his sleeve and said, “Ira! I can’t get rid of it!” Well, first of all, I’m not an Ira ever, and in general... the first time I see this type. In fact, I turned away from him. Only 40 minutes later they managed to get to the subway (with him together), another 40 minutes went in the subway. I’ve started out a little bit, and everybody is riding around – like “sweet defending...” Well, in the subway he was with me, of course, all the way about our unfortunate love story, which I (i.e. Ira) destroyed with my dull outputs. I (which is not IRA) has already fallen out of reality at that moment.) In the end, he left me for a stop before the one I needed, announcing to the whole car that I was fucking with everybody, a-t-ta! The passengers stared at me, and this was the end of this wonderful journey.