Arrived from Tel Aviv. I remembered how a wonderful story happened on the way there: in the plane Motya that a "drunk woman" fell on him in the passage. It turned out that she was fainting. The stewardess ran for oxygen and, as usual, asked if there were doctors on the flight. And here, for the first time I see this, a man stands up immediately 20. There was even a small quarrel over who would bring the girl in. The patient was rejected by some proverbial grandfather, who that he was a resuscitator. I then asked the stewardess why so many doctors, maybe some Congress. And she replied that this is the usual thing - on Israeli flights, even if you want to die, it is impossible. Imagine what would happen if a violinist was urgently needed in the pilot’s cabin.