You didn't tell us what lakes you are sailing in Poland, with an internet hookup, in the middle of the night, Karolina. I suppose you are reading Jozef Baka's poems while you take advantage of those drunken sailors in the moonlight. As Lec wrote, 'When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from under your feet.' I suppose that wouldn't be your problem on a boat with drunken sailors?