How I am slave of money I am, I thought. How is difficult it is to leave this fake safety. I have been grown with this concept, and all everything around me turns around money. I have just perceived how realized that I am really a prisoner, although I am believing to be believe I am free.
Money for this and money for that. If someone dies they need money to be buried and you need money to spend for flowers; that is what the world teaches to us. Probably the deceased no does not needs our flowers and neither us our need of for it either; just to show to the others how we are good we are, pure appearance to demonstrate at to the relatives that we paid our part.
During a promenade in a big city I had need to go to the bathroom; it was a nightmare, you can't go if you don't have coins to insert into a slot of a seedy automatic loo, that was put along the road.