The winter of the economy has arrived. Mattresses are once again sheltering people's savings, relying more on prosperous dreams than on the promises of 5% from mutual funds. It is no wonder, every day we see how banks study each other with the suspicious look of Clint Eastwood in "The Good, the Ugly and the Bad."
As Gila would say: "Someone has killed someone." Nobody trusts; neither money is borrowed nor spent. So THE MONEY, with capital letters, sleeps the dream of the righteous, in some coffin in Switzerland or in the Mauritius Islands. Tax havens have become Eden waiting for a better life.
Faced with such uncertainty, an old, almost rhetorical question is reconsidered: interventionism or liberalism? However, today the doubt goes beyond old communist or right-wing concepts. Days ago the system dissociated itself from any idealistic hint. Now it is only a matter of saving the neck and studying how to reverse the situation.
But nothing is new, it has already happened with the shoe shine and the watchmen, and it is about to happen with the chestnut sellers and the builders, they are only cycles of change and readjustment, only this time it takes the cake. It is such a bad change that the losers are millions of average consumers.
Now, the anti-system protesters, those hundreds of hooded people who go to the summits to complain about the unsustainable and unfair of all this stuff, seem to have been ominous with a point of reason (Who knows if all?).
To conclude this macroeconomic commentary on walking around the house, I return with the spoiled Clint Eastwood, in another of his films: "The rookie", he commented on a phrase that seemed to have come from Confucius himself: "Opinions are like asses, everyone has one". Well, that, in this of the economy each one thinks with more or less foundation, but in the current situation we can say that analysts, banks, auditing companies and governments have thought with their ass.