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I recently returned from a very short trip to Finland. No matter how much fun the Lithuanian summer vacation was, with a short getaway to Latvia, I really wanted to escape somewhere at least a little further than Nida or Riga.
Since we had a vacation in the late summer, flying to many places was risky. And what we feared most was not the virus that we had probably already learned to live with, but the chaos of order and limitations that existed and continues to exist throughout Europe.
We have heard from many people in major tourist countries much more distance and other security measures than in Lithuania. So the fear of the virus was far less than the fear that there might be some kind of restriction or ban overnight that would fundamentally change the situation.
So we wanted to fly anywhere and we chose one of the safest countries at the time: Finland. A few days getaway to Helsinki was the same thing we missed during our full-blown vacation, like a cherry on a cake. But I am not writing about that, but about the experience of returning. I didn’t expect that at all.
Orijus Gasanovas was somewhat hooked on this issue, who wrote to Delfi a few weeks ago that Lithuanians were hiding from relatives who had traveled. I understood why this is so. Because being part of the citizenship is like crazy to travel. Although the representatives of this group are not dominating, they are seriously upset by their attitudes and comments.
When you say that you have flown somewhere, you receive a lot of criticism: what you fly here brings viruses. And they don’t care where you were, what the epidemiological situation is. Not interesting that if he had accidentally needed it later, he would have had a safe place to quarantine. Just a hysterical, emotional roar.
As a result of such a reaction, you could still understand older people who do not have many opportunities to leave their homes, but such reproaches are also heard from younger and more rested people who fight in Lithuania without any sense of self-protection.
The situation in Lithuania, by the way, is much worse than in Finland. Thanks, tired of your strong comments and observations on my flight. All I want to say: go to hell, fight sweepstakes.
Where is your sense of security when trying to satisfy your need for XXL Latte while still crammed into a freeway gas station with 30 customers? Where is he, when he shrugs his shoulders on Vilnius Islandijos Street and satisfies the desire for another cocktail?
Where was the feeling of security when you tried to break with your towel in a space of half a square meter on the beach of Palanga and did not satisfy any craving for a good half day without following distances?
Where was he when at the concert, along with several hundred other people, they breathed into each other’s back, hair and face as they jumped to the beat? Want to “get excited”?
You could also say something to those who do not run on the beaches, bars and concerts. You can talk about crawling into the store on your head, trying to sneak around to buy butter, grabbing all the apples in a row (even though you only buy three), pushing in a row … but maybe that much.
Forgive me, but I feel much more conscientious and responsible for most of the accusers. I don’t want to feel bad about having to travel.
By the way, when it comes to airports, I felt safer in them than in most Lithuanian supermarkets and cafes. And when it comes to airplanes, I suggest you take a look at the filtration systems available there, the completely changing air in the cabin every 2 minutes, and other safety measures before you start yelling. They are safer than the trains, buses, or trolleybuses you use every day.
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