A 6-year-old daughter comes into the kitchen and asks, “Mom, what is a mummy?” I begin to explain: here was Egypt, there were Pharaohs, then they died, buried them, and so on. and etc. I see it doesn’t interfere. “Go into the room and ask your dad.” I say to myself: Hana papa happy! Dialogue from the room: “Dad, what is a mummy?” “The dry man!” “Aaa, I understand.”