people in your familiar
Imagine a car. Normal, four-wheel, passenger. It was invented and manufactured in order to quickly and comfortably move the owner to where he would need. She is beautiful and comfortable. Not the coolest, but not any Zaporozhets. You have long dreamed of your car, and here it is under your windows.
You are happy – they drove all the friends on it, boasted one, envied others, changed the oil, installed an alarm, a new radio tape recorder, bought a place in the parking lot, issued the best insurance. All perfectly. The car is not capricious, and on it, even tomorrow at the other end of the world – it will not fall apart, will take it. Continue reading
Vacation is over. If someone misses, you can read the trip report on the forum, here: travel notes. Slowly back to work.
The advantage of such trips is that among other things it happens to meet and get close to ordinary people – not psychologists and not patients – and see how they live. Sometimes it is thought-provoking. Continue reading
Because they all do wrong!
No, they, of course, work – in the same sense in which probability theory promises that a flock of monkeys seated behind typewriters for a sufficiently long time will sooner or later write War and Peace, Divine Comedy and all other well-known fat books. On the well-known Mamba, probably, there are already 30 million users. And even if to discourage them all from meeting each other, hundreds of thousands would get acquainted, tens of thousands would drag each other to bed and thousands would marry each other. Continue reading