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We don’t know if Leonardo DiCaprio would have allowed himself to be carried to the ocean depths to save an Afghan in rags who could tell us his love story several decades later, like Kate Winslet in titanic. But we doubt it. We even doubt that that Afghan woman would ever have captured our interest.
But we already know one thing: if the two Pakistanis who died this week on the whim of seeing the titanic If they hadn’t paid $500,000 for it, but $5,000 to get on a crappy barge in the Mediterranean, we would have turned off the TV. Our voyeurism is selective. And our clicks on the screens, the flashes that grab our attention before we jump to the next circus act, give us away. We are pitiful
Shahzada Dawood, 48, and her son, Suleman, 19, were from Pakistan, like thousands of their compatriots trying to reach Europe from their own country. But, excuse me, there are still classes: these were millionaires and had British passports. That’s why they interest us.
And it is that, like the electricity rate, we are worth according to the subscribed policy. If you want to go see the remains of the titanic for pure adventure instead of traveling to look for work, you will be entitled to extensive media coverage, bathyscaphe deployment, warships, government involvement, support ships, live broadcast and press conferences in uniform. There is more.
Sailing in a submarine is also part of the rate premium. It will entitle you to reports about your identity, your finances, your age, and what you leave behind in the event of your death. If you’re also traveling five at a time instead of crammed with 800 passengers, your personalized photos will go round and round on screens around the globe. Worth.
Because if you choose a basic rate without a submarine, without titanic and without Leonardo DiCaprio, I was content to get a day or two in the papers. Without his name. To think about it.
We like to watch millionaires, find out or imagine at what exact minute and at what latitude and depth they ripped apart, imploded or stopped breathing, while we ignore ordinary people. Why would we care about a Pakistani without papers or pedigree when he can entertain us with one we envy?
I’m almost glad that, in our world, the gift to a child is a mobile at best. No risk of imploding in a submarine. And I toast the victims of the Mediterranean. @bernagharbour
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