I have a son. At the time of the events in this post, he was just under 3 years old and we were flying with him from England to Barcelona on that significant day to meet with his father. It is worth noting immediately that in England we live in a town where, according to official data, the least number of representatives of the Negroid race lives. That is, to see a black man here is almost unrealistic! And in general, except for the English and a few Europeans (which I know personally), representatives of other nationalities will not be met with fire during the day.



So, we sat in the plane with the child. In the next row with us was a man, looking 45 years old, whose skin color was blue-black. I have rarely seen such things in my whole life. My child began to look at our neighbors and, of course, his gaze couldn’t help but get stuck to such an “interesting” person.

Shortly thinking, the son asked me very loudly and very clearly: "MOM! Look how black it is! Mom, just look at it! Why is he so black? ! to “I lost the gift of speech for a moment. I, of course, understood that there was nothing shameful about the surprise of a 3-year-old child, but when that child cried, "Black! The Black! “You unwittingly start worrying that others will suspect you of racism. Gathered in spirit, I tried to hug my son a little, kicked him in the ear and began to murmur something unclear about the fact that he was born like that and he is a representative of another race. Ha-ha... like a child will understand what a race is... especially another))

At this point, the man, apparently suspecting my embarrassment, began a conversation with my son. Then, (M) is a man, (R) is a child.



M: Hi baby! How is it?

R is OK! He looks at him surprised.

Q: Are you interested in the color of my skin?

R: Yes, she is very black!

M: Have you ever seen that?

R is no. Only on TV, probably.

Do you know why she is so black?

R is no? ! to ? to ! to

M: Because I was born in Africa. This is a country where the sun shines brightly. We are hot there. And many people in Africa have black skin. The black color of the skin protects us from such bright sun. After all, if I had a skin color like yours, white, it would just burn in such a sun. It would also be black.

R:... looking carefully at his white skin.

M: When you go to Africa, be sure to apply sunscreen.

R: Yes, my mom always squeezes me. In Turkey, there is a masala. I am still white.

M: It is good! But even if you become black, you will still be beautiful. You are a wonderful child!



This dialogue ended safely. And I am still grateful to that man for such a wonderful approach to the matter. Since then, my child has seen black people repeatedly, but he miraculously remembered that the skin of this color was given to them to protect them from the African sun. And no racism!

xxx: And I recently, at the age of 34, saw a courier of the Russian Post. No, I knew they existed and tried several times to call them through the app, but it worked for the first time.

He was a dwarf. Well, at least somewhere 30cm lower than me, and I am 163cm.

Yyy: Apparently they had grown it for you all this time, and when it grew up enough to carry the package, the mail was finally able to send it to the task.

The roof rushed, the cow flew away.

Advice from an experienced driver

When I graduated from motor school 30 years ago and got my driver’s license, my uncle once asked me:
Do you know the traffic rules well?
I say :
Of course, I learned everything.
Then he says:
“Well, let’s say you’re driving on the street, and suddenly a pedestrian is appearing in front of you. What will you do?
I slow down, I found it right away.
You can’t, the speed is too high.
Then I will embrace him.
How will you go around it, from which side?
I begin to remember the points of the PDD, but I can’t remember anything and I understand that there is nothing said about it. Then I say:
If it is closer to the right side, then I will circle it to the left, and if it is to the left, then to the right.
But my uncle was also not a lick, and says:
He is right in the middle of the road!
Then I thought again and said:
“If he goes from left to right, I will circle him to the left, and if he goes right to the left, I will circle him to the right. It is the easiest way to break up with him.
But my uncle disagrees:
– And suddenly, when he suddenly sees a car driving on him, he gets scared and runs back? Right under the wheels.
Then I say:
It is dangerous to travel in the back, and even more dangerous in the front. Maybe go straight to him, let him save himself as we want, run somewhere, at least to the left, at least to the right.
The Uncle:
What if he suddenly falls into a stupor and stays still? This is where you will drown him.
I say :
What to do?
Finally, he gave the correct answer:
It depends on who the pedestrian is – a man, a woman or a child.
When you see a car approaching, the child always runs forward, where he went before. It should be driven from behind. And a woman usually runs backwards, so she has to run around in front.
And the man?
A man stops and looks at which direction the car will go in order to jump back in the opposite direction.

During the following years of driving I have been convinced many times of the validity and faithfulness of this rule.

by G. Bardakhchyan

Life must be lived so that your cowards are washed by the FSB officers.