A long blue bus, the one imported from China to serve the Yerevan-Abovyan route, takes us out of Yerevan’s center to the road that connects Armenia’s capital with Gegharkunik and Tavush provinces, and particularly, with Lake Sevan. The bus is full, but we make our way out of it at the bus stop just after the Northern Bus Station. It’s noon. A warm and sunny February day. As we, me and my soulmate, Nané, reach the spot known to us from all of our previous trips along this road, we stretch our hands, thumbs up, and a minute later we get a ride from three friends who are driving their black Mercedes home to their village near Ijevan. They share their experiences in Russia – stories of their life and jobs in Siberia. Our conversation reminds me of my own adventures in Siberia.