My mother’s story:
We went to Greece. A bunch of men wandered through the water with sacks, caught fish, for a day they caught nothing, only enviously looked at the girl, who with joyful cries: "Ura! I have 25 fish!" I catch a fish with my hands. As it turned out, she held the bread in her hands, the fish floated, she caught it.

Women’s cowardice knows no boundaries... (Doky)