Midnight in Paris

This childhood friend living in Paris dropped me and my mother at a metro station. It was midnight. When we realized we had missed the last train we took an escalator to street. We got through the heavy turnstile gate that closed behind us. In front of us a grille locked for the night. Midnight in Paris prisoners in a metro bouche.

Frank died

And we, his friends, immediately  checked our weight and took our blood pressure medication.

Price of democracy and loss of values.

Lately I socialize with some Russians in their thirties. Professionals. They don't know anything about the dialectic of history or value product.  An entire body of knowledge and expertise lost .. Burn what you adore and adore...The naive Americans who took over Marx have not figured yet why the markets collapsed...