The good news is that it’s summer right now. And tomorrow will be summer, and the day after tomorrow, too, summer. And even after two months it will still be summer. Isn’t it wonderful? Summer is a continuous holiday, vacation, rest and relaxation. But to what extent can we afford this relaxation?
I watch a video where a shark from Egyptian Hurghada drags a tourist from Arkhangelsk under water, and I go dumb with fear. A man lived in Arkhangelsk – a beautiful Russian city – he went to Egypt in the summer to relax, and he was eaten by a shark. On average, there are 12-14 cases of shark attacks on people with a subsequent fatal outcome throughout the world per year. What was the probability of this tourist from Arkhangelsk dying during a trip to Egypt precisely from a shark attack? Yes, none. And yet, as they say, fate will get it on the stove. Or maybe not fate? Maybe a pattern?close 100% Alina Dzhus/Gazeta.Ru
Almost a year ago, in the same Hurghada, a shark attacked a tourist from Austria. Attacked and ate. Why did this happen? In that area, a ship sank, carrying, according to some sources, 16 thousand sheep, according to others – 26 thousand. The sheep went to the bottom and attracted the sharks. Sharks took this area as a feeding ground and got into the habit of swimming there for profit. Sharks don’t care – what a sheep, what a tourist from Austria, what a tourist from Arkhangelsk. Looks like it’s been going on for a year now. So, maybe it makes sense to think – is it necessary to spend your only vacation of the year where sharks eat people?
I’m not trying to raise my anxiety levels, I’m just speculating. Say, in January 2022, a woman plunged into an ice hole, she was instantly swept away by the current, the body was found ten days later. This is one of the scariest videos I’ve ever watched. I do not recommend. But it would seem – Epiphany, a rather calm January, the weekend. Why not rejoice?
And here it is summer, when everyone wants to relax. A week ago I was walking with my children in Veliky Novgorod. An exceptionally cozy and at the same time worthy of every tourist attention city. Low houses, the Kremlin, a monument to the Millennium of Russia, excellent restaurants, friendly and benevolent people. And at the entrance sits a dead man. He left the house, bought vodka, sat down, drank and died. Ambulance, police, everything. After all, he was also going to rest, but he did not calculate his strength, he did not calculate his health resource, he did not calculate, after all, that he should not sit under the sun. The combination of circumstances is unlikely, but, as we see, possible.
Should children be allowed to go to the river? And who will follow them there and who can do it better than you? I no longer know whether to let them go for a walk in the yard. After all, summer is a time when they do not need to go to school, and it turns out that they are left to themselves all day. They don’t have to sit at home. Reading books and even watching cartoons takes time at best until lunch. And then what? Father needs to write this very column or do other work, mom also needs to work. Well, go to the nearest park, we have a lot of them here. What about in the park? Parental imagination immediately draws a person in the raincoat of an exhibitionist, or a drug addict, or a kidnapper.
You can’t spend the whole summer at the resort. No, there are, of course, rich people who live for three months in the Maldives with a Filipino nanny, but we are not one of those. And now you are also thinking – are there sharks in the Maldives? Children will surely want to go to sea.
Caution, apparently, is developed with age, but it must be included cyclically. Usually, how – I drove to work, sat there for eight hours, went home, had dinner, watched TV (it is clear that now this is some kind of video service), went to bed. Everything seems to be fine, but also tiring. Either way, it’s summer. Freedom and fun. But this freedom is also fraught with danger. Did you take a ticket to a resort about which you had not previously read the news? The tour operator said that everything would be fine, that it was warm and cheerful there, that the discount would be more than usual. And what’s next? Rotavirus is the best. Someone got eaten by a shark.
I ask for one thing. Take care of yourself, take care of your children, your loved ones.
Rest is wonderful. But, as we see, the world is cruel and unpredictable. If you have at least some opportunity in the conditions of the general chaos that has overtaken us to prevent something tragic and irreparable, think about how and when you can do it. Here such a rather primitive, but appropriate metaphor fits – buckle up. In any situation that is not completely clear, buckle up. Did you get in a taxi? Buckle up. You boarded the plane – the same thing. Looking for a summer vacation option? Buckle up your mind so that it thinks for five minutes longer, analyzes the available data and comes up with a better solution. It’s complicated. But this is our work during the holidays.
The author expresses his personal opinion, which may not coincide with the editorial position.