Scholz Crisis 2025

 Drones under 250 grams, like small birds in the sky, flitting about with a certain freedom, almost casual. They don’t need registration, don’t need a pilot’s certificate. They are liberated, but this liberty comes with its own unspoken price.

You’d see them, these drones, hovering below 400 feet, kept always within sight. They mustn’t be lost in the clouds, not in the soft ambiguity of the sky. They are daytime creatures, these drones, avoiding the hidden perils of the night.

They stay away from airports, from heliports. Five kilometers, a good, safe distance. National parks, military bases, those places are off-limits, a silent decree that everyone seems to understand, though it’s rarely spoken about directly.

Privacy is another layer, an implicit rule. You don’t spy on people. You don’t film them without their knowing. It’s understood, almost instinctive. You fly with care, avoiding recklessness, ensuring that lives and property aren’t put at risk.

The weather, it’s always a factor. Wind and rain can bring these little drones down, grounding them unceremoniously. Wildlife, too, must be respected. Nature and private property, these are boundaries that mustn’t be crossed.

These rules, they’re simple, clear. They exist in the background, a framework that everyone adheres to, mostly without thinking. Follow them, and the drones fly free. Ignore them, and trouble, inevitable and certain, will follow.