I'm not a good swimmer, but curiously I was never afraid to jump in the water. With some friends on the beach, I went out for a swim, until I had the feeling the sea was getting rougher and me getting tired. At some point, anxiety kicked in and the feeling I was loosing strength and not reaching the beach fast enough. I tried the position several times in the hope to rest a bit, but everytime I got so much water in the face that gave me the feeling to get waterboarded, I could only stay a few moments. Close to what felt as the end, I had the last strength to lift my shoulders out the water and call my friends, who saved me.
Most if not all opposition has been either imprisoned or killed.