Some went with Saint Mary in the Assumption. And they heard the last RIP from the shore. RIP is the name of the current that led them down the path of no return. Others just went crazy. People with rested muscles beat rescuers and gendarmes like cabbage. Just so they don’t squeal like fools. Well, because the rescuers were killing themselves by puffing like turkeys. I told you, Black Sea, its charm and freedom make us naughty children. Red flag on the beach, sardines, fools want a black flag of mourning at the gate. Neither gendarmes nor rescuers can stop their inexorable fate.

Trembling went through the entire coast. RIP, RIP

What is RIP? By this holy mary, strange thing isn’t it?, the current RIP got a bit confused with the RIP from the dead. With requiescat in pace/ rest in peace/ Rest In Peace. And instead of remembering those numbed by this strange coincidence of circumstances, they twitched their muscles and died like fools, or fought with rescuers and gendarmes like crows.

First of all, here is Florin Tetui, Professor of Geography at the University of Bucharest in a video from the Science Dose series.

He explains to us what RIP-talk is, so that he does not scream and cry for you: rip, rip, colleagues, relatives and other extras of your death:

That would be RIP. You know this if you don’t listen to search and rescuers

As you know it, and if you don’t know the flags on the beach: RED FLAG – swimming is prohibited / YELLOW – swimming is recommended only for professional swimmers / WHITE/BLACK FLAG (checkered) – swimming is prohibited / When there is no flag or only WHITE FLAG – swim freely .

First of all, it hurts us on the elbows of the authorities, teachers-rescuers, gendarmes

We went astray like sheep to reach Marais. Here, no one forbids us to be God. We drink like pigs, blow our noses, drink at an exhibition of cars, knives, silicones, give electronics/hand to the max. The sea beckons us with its charm. Why listen to some slimes, rescuers?

Who are you to order me around? Oh poor thing! Well, it’s bitter! you know who i am

Here, on the shores of the Black Sea, you see that in this country there is power, but it is being trampled on. Then you might ask yourself the opposite. If no one learns by a kind word, if no one is obeyed by authority, then do death and beatings teach? No, not because of that. In general, the dead man is an ox, and the savior and the gendarme’s shackles are roughly like this: let me catch him, kill him, let the mother die! The Romanian thinks so.

The thought is about revenge, and no God, no voice of conscience will stop him from evil, from death. Where does this anarchy come from? We have as models here Bekali, Horodnichan, a prosecutor who says: you know who I am, a cousin and a godfather who made money from you, wondering what kind of thief you are. We rush at the thieves like a RIP current from the shore. We beat the one who tells us that it is not good. It takes the wave of thievery, arrogance and takes us out to sea. More and more at sea, until we die, resigned to what we have achieved in life! RIP!

In addition to these at LITORAL 2023:

Why did we, like sheep, go astray to the Black Sea? Mariinsky mini-vacations and other holidays. In the rhythm of Chirilă, Connect-R, Trenet, Gheboasa

Beer is expensive.

Eminescu is sitting on Mara’s ass

E Coli swims in water.

Real estate is suffocating the Coast.

Sunbeds, sheet and canopy

What a whip! what a breast! what a bummer! The beach is crowded, people are staring and gossiping on the Black Sea

Beach music that spoils our brains. An exceptional case of Jaguar by Vama Veche