Yo, sit down and take a deep breath, 'cause I got a story that'll make you realize life's a cheap trick. A 25-year-old dude, Dave Fiji, just got hitched to Jessni in a dream wedding - hundreds of guests, everything perfect, like in the movies. But guess what?
After they said "I do" and blasted the party tunes, they decided to fly a helicopter to Atlanta to start their honeymoon. Only the fog, bro, was thick as mustard. His dad told him: "Man, I wouldn't fly in this visibility."
But they, the smartasses, flew anyway. And boom! Crashed into a forest.
The groom and the pilot - dead on the spot. The bride, Jessni, was found after five hours under the wreckage, with cuts and bruises, but alive. She says she woke up and saw him lying on her chest.
She tried to save him, but he was already cold. The woman's a nurse, she knew what to do, but there was nothing left to do. The groom's mom said "God perfected the work" - but I say God had other plans, not for someone to die at a wedding.
Now, the US National Transportation Safety Board is investigating to see why it crashed. But I'm telling you: the fog was to blame, and the stupidity of flying when you can't see anything. And just like that, from a perfect wedding, you end up at a funeral.
Oh, and this El Niño context - Experts say the Pacific is warming up, extreme weather coming. Well, back home in Berceni, when the heatwave hits, we're all gonna croak. Mioara was saying this morning: "Put some water in the fridge, they're forecasting 40 degrees."
And just like that, from a wedding in America, we end up talking about the weather back home. They say in Western Europe, temperatures 5 degrees above average. Us in Berceni, we're praying the power doesn't go out from too much AC.
So, man, you draw the conclusion: life is short, and fog is more dangerous than all the thugs in the neighborhood. I'm gonna go tell Mioara to stop dreaming about helicopters, we're taking the train to the beach.
