At the time of isolation, the daughter (6 years old), of course, became more time to spend with the phone and computer. On the one hand, you need to limit, on the other hand - canyut all day, does nothing, only asks for gadgets. Therefore, the system of tokens was introduced (by the way, Daddy’s chips from poker). One token is 15 minutes of play. Token receives for cleaning, for some tangible help. Sleep in a quiet hour - two whole tokens. And the most successful is a token for 3 read sentences from the booklet. A year ago, I couldn’t put the letters together. In two days I learned to read. She is now sitting with a bookmaker, herself trying something there to make the tokens easier to earn. The next step is to connect the arithmetic. And not a canyon, he knows: no token - no gadgets.

After all the sharpness on the topic of the virus and quarantine, a serious question finally arises: this is all - a rehearsal of what?

Once upon a beach.

July 2016. and Adler. There are hundreds of people on the beach and there is nowhere to sleep. Close to the daytime, the noisy beach revived even more. A 35-year-old man ran from a tourist to a tourist with lost sight.

He is living here with his wife and a 3-year-old son. It happened, the boy disappeared. You cannot waste time. You know, a small child and a lot of water nearby. I looked around the side of the huge beach. Running around these two is almost unrealistic.

I am a journalist and sometimes I do events. There were a couple of cafés on the beach. In one of the establishments, pops played loud. I ran there and explained the situation. The waiter gave me a favor: I turned the loudspeaker toward the beach and turned off the music. He announced to the microphone that the boy had disappeared. He signs and asked the resting people to help.

People have responded. Someone began to dive into the sea. The rest went to chew the area of the beach. The excitement increased. I repeated the message a few times.

In five to seven minutes, the same man approached me. My son is alive and uninjured. It turned out that the boy saw sweets in a bar in the outskirts of the beach and went there on his own.

I told the microphone that the boy was found. The beach for a moment freezed and "breathed out", and then hundreds of tourists began to applaud. Do you imagine? It was the best applause in my life.

I have been with this family for the fourth year. The boy’s name is Artem, and now I’m his father.

Second week of quarantine. I talked to a spider. We talked well. He is also a web designer.