Once in my life in the U.S. there was a difficult period, year by year, when I could not find a permanent job. I broke contracts – they pay for them very well, but it’s not mine at all. And just when I finally found a job, on the second working day I was summoned to the court as a potential jury.

There, as usual, a hall with a bunch of people, a judge, a prosecutor, lawyers with a prosecutor.

To begin with, the judge asked all those who have good reasons to refuse to participate in the trial to raise their hands. I also raised. He asked me what was the problem – I explained that I had been looking for a job for two years, I just found it and I was extremely unwilling to miss it at the beginning.

He asked you what, are you afraid that they won’t do this job without you?

I replied, on the contrary, I’t want them to know what they’ll do without me.

The hall broke. When the judge was able to speak again, still suffocating from laughter, he shrugged my hand at the exit and shouted - go away!