I love the South. We swim with a friend on a mattress in the sea. The sea is clean, the meduses swim down. The friend decided to hang out, dive, kissed the medusa, well, and she answered him. I rub, he closes his lips, tears in his eyes. We sailed to the shore, ran to the rescue post, asked what to do? What can you help? Well what do you think... Their answer is to suck in a burnt place. I’ve never seen tears in my eyes of pain and laughter at the same time.