It might seem like a canonical ban on bathing. But on the other hand, the man lying on a beach in Odessa may not necessarily want to swim. The temperatures are now summer, the sky a bit hazy. The sign says “Mine Danger”, and that skull drawn on a red background has something truly distressing. War sows death not only in the present, but also in the future: it leaves its menacing and macabre legacy. And now that it seems reduced to a distant echo, to a whispered speech, to a low-intensity story, the image of this “peaceful” coexistence with the conflict says a lot. The man from Odessa rests, takes his breath away, ignoring the sign and the danger. An hour of vacation from the absurd, a restful sleep in the storm of history.