In early 2007 I eventually returned to St. Petersburg after the unsuccessful year-long escape in Pskov, got fixed up in an office job and, out of grief, decided to record one album each day. I managed to hold out this regimen for 3 days, and here's the first release made this way, even the exact date is known: January 13. The recording represents a viscous and indigestible mash of bass and guitar improvisation with Szarapow (on the reverse side we seem to have swapped instruments) in the spitit of the project People Who Can't Play. This album does not even have a normal title, Szarapow just made a spontaneous cut-up and copied a piece of my novel The Travel Along Africa And Asia (1986), happened to come to his hand, on the reverse of the cover. Besides he couldn't refrain from putting there the myspace address, owned by me those days, to my shame. No longer distributed, having been recorded on a highly defective squeaky tape, dangerous to put in the recorder.