This year is over. Even if they hurt, the days go by and as Bruce Sprinsgteen sings, we come across a Reason to Believe every morning. We have spent months besieged by various variants of the coronavirus, defeating reality, detecting fears, trying to confront the sanitary intimidation of states with biopolitics intimate to our measure... Also in 2022 we will have to get up in search of motives for action and life. According to what is heard ...

At the price level, from January onwards we will see some worsening. We don't know anymore, if we're going to pay for all of that, with salaries and portraits so small (I'm talking about most of them). For example, the fuels and electricity that are needed will rise dramatically -- and what is more worrying for writers, even the prices of paper and ink. Is it at the same speed as social hatred of the unemployed?

The causes of this fire are clear: the shortage of raw materials, transport costs from the other part of the world, and the monetary falanga of the shareholders of multinational companies that is never mentioned.