The most vexing question since the weekend has been who is responsible for the mass crash on the M1 that injured 39 people and killed a 44-year-old man?

the never restrained DK, of course, the government the DK sympathizer Mária Vásárhelyi, right hand in hand with Lőrinc Mészáros , Sándor Pintér and the prime minister's son-in-law.

The Good Lord as the perpetrator has not yet come into the picture, but what is delayed is not what happened - the communists love robbing corpses, and this is no different.

To the professional question of whether the highway should have been closed or not, the responsible person cannot give a satisfactory answer at this moment, simply because he does not know the details.

However, a few conclusions can already be drawn from the footage taken at the scene, the first of which is that there were no mass accidents in the oncoming lane - where the dust storm was also raging.

The on-board camera of one of the trucks - which ran into and overturned the people in front of it - also recorded that the driver entered the congested line of cars at a speed of 90 km/h, recorded that before the incident a passenger car overtook him from the inner lane, therefore he went even faster, and also that the traffic on the oncoming side was moving almost in step.

Let's say that you can't prepare for such situations, you can only react appropriately and, with a little luck, get out of trouble. But no one, anywhere, ever teaches any driver what to do when they run into a dust storm or rain curtain on the highway.

I was lucky enough to experience the latter myself, alone, back in 2013 on the M3.

I will never forget that day, for several reasons: I visited my mother in the hospital in Miskolc, where she underwent a life-saving operation, and then I headed home to Budapest in the bright September afternoon. It was beautiful weather, no wind, sparkling sunshine, I was somewhat relaxed and absorbed in my thoughts, since the operation was a success, the doctors gave an encouraging statement.

Somewhere at the height of Gyöngyös and Hatvan, however, a not very big stray cloud appeared, with a peculiar tail and almost black color - by the time I identified the phenomenon, I had already run into a rain curtain that I had never seen in my life, although I had experienced one and another on my sailing trips on the Balaton and the Adriatic. .

Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic and the track was straight on that stretch, so all I could do was take my foot off the gas, put on the emergency flasher, and hold on to the steering wheel like a life belt in stormy seas. Then I was faced with how an adrenaline rush affects the human body: both my arms were shaking from the shoulders, both legs from the thighs. More precisely: he twitched uncontrollably.

I don't know how long the literal blind flight lasted, my guess is just under a minute. But I saw neither the center line, nor the roadway, nor the tape barrier, only the towering rain curtain in front of me, which fell on me like a shiny gray velvet.

You cannot prepare for such situations.

And tragedy is all it takes to happen, or one person's, one wrong decision.

Featured image: MTI/Péter Lakatos