I have quite a few existential crises around me. To pass adolescence/youth through hypocrisy, to represent what they wanted to be good people (being fair, it is foolish that says yes to what is not), it was to live a real life, it is more, to make revolution, and now, after forty years, they are not that (it was a lie), they are not what they really wanted: to be always as millionaires as to be able to forgive the lives of others (family, home, libraries. In fact, the philosopher (Read in Basque in Berria) tells us: "The first thing is not to lie with yourself, I would say, in all areas of life."

I am also struck by the existential crisis when I see several people suffering from existential crises, “How are you able to have such a short memory? How could they avoid contradictions without creating crises, skipping sadness, psychopharming... and leaving for free?” In fact, they have come up with a bit of success: they look good, they wear new clothes, they can decorate their personality with ingenious whims (“I can’t bear such thick glasses”, “I always wear fabric scarves”, “so you can spoil the fish”). It happens that you can't look back without losing consciousness at once. It happens that this petty loneliness leaves victims on the way. The point is that the others, some of us, remember each other. You are cretins of then. "The first thing is not to lie with yourself, I would say, in all areas of life," says Draghi, to underline that the crisis in Europe is existential, and that what it needs is basically -- public money.

A few years ago there was public money, which did not spend public money. In addition to all of us who drown on the edges of our rights, I have come to the troika when I see man. The troika, Greece, the suicides -- the central bank I was running was then strangled (also Germany), because I was worried about inflation. Another existential thing, after having sold a scam called a constitution. As soon as I see some faces I feel a great inconsistency within: I do not know if mine is distinguished (what he tells me: you are no one, I am who, and my financial fanaticism), or yours (how one can live being so unhuman), or ours (how we still use Europe, we use it competitive, we use it “prepared for the future” from the criminals present). Europe had died a long time ago. Because it's worth it (not existing).