CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Global Unemployees Exchange Organization – Baku office, Azerbaijan

-         Oh, salam, the most respectful…come, come…make yourself at home – it was not a good scenery to see the aged man with filthy and tear clothing having a seat in a glamorous, modern design, fully hi-tech equipped convenient room…It has been almost 30 years that he didn’t sit such a cosy surface.

-         First of all, the most respectful, I want to thank you and congratulate with your brilliant choice thus applying for “Bolero”

-         Bolero? What that means sir?

-         Hmm…- The assistant manager knew the real implication of the word and its meaning that it was just almost randomly selected name for project which had come to the mind of project author while listening to the Bolero called classical piece by Morris Ravel…He was hundred percent sure that, this man won’t even know who the Ravel was…So in order to observe the guidelines regarding customer satisfaction…he tried to cheat this ignorant old Azeri “bum”.

-         Hmm… “B” stands for Big “O” stands for Oldest, “L” stands for Latest, “E” stands for Errors, “R” stands for Rehabilitation and at last “O” means hmm…- he was afraid to say organization…thus there can no how be another organization within this he was working for. But what can such an ignorant man now about structure- he thought and after some hesitations answered – “O” stands for Organization. Big oldest and latest errors rehabilitation organization- that’s how it is.- assistant manager was a pretty quick-witted young guy with egoistic disposition… So he very liked his made-up story and ironically smiled.

-         Now, because I wear such a filthy dress, I am with messed beard and I smell like, may Allah forgive me, like a dog…so that means every stupid selfish office manager like you can double cross me like the dumbest idiot in the world…Son, when I first time in my youth listened to beforementioned great masterpiece of Morris Ravel, the French composer your birth wasn’t even on the agenda of your mum and dad…- Assistant manager was shocked. He didn’t even know what to answer

-         I beg..yo…your pardon, the most respectful. But how come you are informed about it.?

-         Well…well. I was borne in a family with good income and  great influence, I was so well provided with all kind of resources, the best food, the best home, the best car, the best servants…all the best…my deceased father, may Allah mercy him, could afford to have me educated by own expensive tutors, most of them had academic study abroad. So we had a secular family. With expansive knowledge inherent to a noblemen.- bum finished and was waiting for the reaction of his recipient.

-         So…what happened then…Let me guess…You had a rascal brother who had swept you away from your father’s realm? Ha?

-         Ha-ha-ha…One one…The score is equalized…I was fooling you around you idiot…How can one like me have a wealthy heritage… I just heard about this piece, cause there was times when I was having my bum residence beside the state philharmonic society building…Sometimes when there was no needless witnesses…I pulled out the posters of various concert adds and then burnt it so not to freeze out at dark and cold autumn nights. So this is my secret…- assistant manager got very hot when this bum called him idiot…but he hardly restrained.

-         Ok…Now lets go back to square one… Our project is fresh one sponsored by United Nations… organization itself is the new agency of UN founded two years before thus in 2015 in order to deal with ever-growing unemployment worldwide. As you know according to statistical data…- he was suddenly interrupted by bum.

-         Son…can we skip formalities..

-         Yes but first of all I have to beforehand comprehensively clue you up of the whole procedures…Signing this paper you will be involved in first personality rehab program and then in umemployee exchange that its almost 99 per cent working travel to USA. Thus for now the organization has few developed member states – almost most of them are the countries of the Third world…you know…therefore…You will either travel to USA or underdeveloped country which is less expected.

-         I just don’t get the whole idea…What is the point in sending useless rats like me overseas. What is the benefit for you – your organization?

-         Hmm…just interest…several per cents deducted from your expected American wages or salaries- he again lied as UN organizations are considered to be non-profit ones.

-         How can you be so sure that I will not again idle and rambler in Uncle Sam rather than applying for job there…

-         Otherwise you’ll be immediately deported back.

-         Sounds horrible…nevertheless its always nice to change your residence…ha-ha-ha – it has begun heavily smelling alcohol out of his mouth so assistant manager automatically moved his head backward.

He glanced his watch, it was almost lunch time. His office desk was messed up with piles of useless junk, statistical data, adds, brochures, his own drafts and so on. Nevertheless he had a good habit of  sorting these things before lunch or finish time. Heavily thirsty and hungry he could have given everything for only getting rid of this smelling bum that was annoyingly irritating his stomach. “ Ok…just have him signed – then up you go to have lunch” he talked to himself.

-         And one final question…I see you don’t feel O.K in my filthy presence, you don’t have to deny, I know the hardway son…So what kind of occupation I’m gonna have in, lets say, USA…

-         That very much depends on you

-         If you ain’t gonna be fair, son…I wont sign this paper. And that ain’t make you happy, I presume.

-         OK…I must confess that, you don’t have a chance for getting average paid job. You’ll get the wage that non of Us citizens or immigrants without green card would have agreed to earn even if threatened with death penalty. You see, honorable, it won’t be a job for faint heart, you know…

Bum massaged his throat thus he was getting all these things to serious in his head.

-         OK, my son, you convinced me now, where to sign?

So he signed. Yetim* Malik (orphan in Azeri- thus he didn’t have a family name)

-         And finally, you’ll be exchanged with Ben Adler, USA…You’ll better remember this name. Yetim Malik was already at the door when he bearly heard the silent uttering of assistant manager “That’ll be your second exchange”. He turned and asked

-         What you just said?

-         Nothing, good luck and may almighty Allah keep you alive…