Burning bed, the mattress, afire; under it I had two thousand Euros,
as banks can go belly up anytime bolt their doors and call the law
to keep the screaming multitude at bay.
Too late, my poor man´s saving burnt to ashes. I shall not cry, soon
the euro will be quite valueless when 10.000 is worth ten pence,
and for that I can´t even buy an ice-cream.
I do regret I wasn´t a good consumer, didn´t help the economy
by not using credit cards to buy stuff I didn´t need, I have failed
in my duty as citizen and now harvest devastation.