SEVENTY, TWENTY (August 29, 2009)

A small group of British tourists stops close to my table at the hotel terrace. While they are waiting for a few stragglers, they start chatting with their guide. The economic crisis comes up. “I’ve lost around thirty percent on my shares and bonds,” sighs a man of about seventy. Everyone nods solemnly. And then I spot a quiet fellow of around twenty in the group. The sign on his T-shirt puts the crisis into a slightly different perspective: “No Money, No Crisis.” Spot on.