Boss, grab a beer and sit down, because I've got news that'll make you realize you're not even safe at the seaside anymore! On Wednesday, June 3rd, on the beach between Vama Veche and 2 Mai, a Russian naval mine of the YaRM type was found - the one used for anti-landing operations, if you know what I mean. When I heard, my jaw dropped. Mioara was with the kids at Lidl and called me scared because she saw on Facebook: 'Costel, are we still going to the beach this year?' Well, go ahead, Mioara, but watch out - now the beach is a battlefield!

The alarm was raised at 112 around 2:45 PM. Get this: the military EOD divers - the ones who know how to defuse bombs - only got there at 3:45 PM. An hour, bro! In that time, what was I doing? If I'd been there with Brian and Ioana, I'd have made a huge mess. Thank God the Dobrogea ISU set up a safety perimeter, otherwise it would've been a disaster. Finally, at 5:40 PM, they detonated the mine on the spot, without incident. Lieutenant Alexandru Turturică, the spokesman for the Naval Forces, confirmed everything - he said 'it was neutralized'. Well done, guys, but it would've been better if we hadn't gotten there in the first place.

And now, the part that pisses me off: since the war in Ukraine started, drifting naval mines are as common as bread on water. The Ministry of National Defense says the Romanian Naval Forces have neutralized nine mines so far out of a total of 156 discovered in the Black Sea. Nine, bro! Where are the other 147? Maybe they're floating around Mamaia, waiting for some tourist to step on them. I watch TV and see the authorities telling us: 'Don't approach suspicious objects, call 112.' Well, when I see something weird on the beach, what do I do, go kiss it? That's how it is with us, bro: we're crazy about seaside vacations, but look what's lurking. This didn't happen in Ceaușescu's time - there was order then, no Russian mines on the beach.

Now, you're thinking: 'Hey, what do I do if I go to Vama this year?' Relax, I say get some binoculars and check the beach before you lay out your towel. Or better yet, let's go to Fane's terrace in Berceni and have a beer - there, the only dangers are the prices and Gică Dinamovistul's mustache. For now, I'm going to tell Mioara not to buy that swimsuit because this year the seaside vacation comes with explosion risk. Cheers!