...txin txin, the sound of money..." I heard it again in the bar. Anecdotes that occur in small hours. And his accomplice added: “We no longer have any memory of it. Perhaps I have to take Marx’s Capital out of the night table, the nights when I can’t sleep, to see if I get a dream with his reading.” Imagine the occurrences and smiles of others. But when we come home, the morning, accompanied by its first lights, by the taxi radio, hindering our dream, we hear: “The former Icelandic prime minister is being tried today because he did not properly manage the banking crisis.” That's pretty much what I understood. And the taxi drivers: “Who are you going to be fooled? The management of a politician in a court?” I saw her eyes in the rearview, looking for our answer. Silence was made. When I arrived at my house, under the shower water, I thought: “And now I have to go to institute and explain historical materialism to my students, at the same time that a few hours ago I referred to Marx, after listening to the jokes and laughs of the people.”