The universal justice system. A beatiful thing it is, just like the concept of the water cycle in the nature. What goes up must come down eventually. On the fourth of July I was a witness to a very shocking scene in the backyard of my relatives, after my uncle got so drunk that he could barely walk, claiming that life here in the US isn't what he had back in the motherland of his. Surprisingly he got this drunk only from two shots of 100 gram glasses of vodka. He used to have much stronger endurance to alcohol when he was younger. Today was celebrated the birthday of my cousin as well, who served the food in the backyard of their borrowed from the bank house using plastic cups and paper plates with plastic forks. The cattle meat shish kebab was cold and awful, and despite being covered with a crust of burn, it still was like rubber at the attempt to bite into it. My cousin's husband took pride in the way he managed to make this shish kebab in an American style barbeque grill. He said that he took the grill off and attached a metal support to be able to cook shish kebab. While my uncle was drinking with his relatives he also dispensed his discofort about life in America, as I mentioned before, and I was recording his statements on the camcorder. Either because of the bad food or my soul-wrenching questions that I was posing to him while he was telling his stories, he got upset and started attacking me by throwing his arms in the uncontrolled direction to kick me out from asking him anymore questions about life. Relatives advised me to stop recording him and find another way of having fun. I went to sit and swing with my cousin's husband on their newly bought swing bench. He sat to the left of me and on my right was my brother. We were discussing something senseless, I believe it was how great it feels in the sauna if you put on your head a towel drenched in the bucket filled with ice water and real oranges cut in half in it. At this point my uncle came around the swing bench behind us. This sly move of my uncle gave me a feeling that he was cooking something for me, standing behind us and leaning with his arms on the the back of the bench as if really listening to our conversation. I stood up and kept carrying on the conversation about the oranges by this time facing them all, and all of a sudden I hear some water running behind my uncle, I got closer and saw that the water was running not behind him but it was him peeing on the back of the swing bench while swinging the bench. I realized this and couldn't keep the emotion of disgust, which was noticed by my cousin's husband but not my brother. My cousing winked at me as if to mention that it's OK, things happen. I kept of seeing my uncle's member stick out from his pants and his joy revealing smile as he swang the bench and peed on it. After this my uncle zipped his pants and went on talking to his relatives and even managed to call Moscow to congratulate his daighter on her birthday, which also was on this day, the fourth of July 2005. I never discussed this incident with anyone, I guess my uncle felt that injustice occured and he had to pay his dues, except, he didn't pay - he peed :)