Each day in the car, while I go to work, hear about the crisis on the radio. Every day there is something on my facebook, on TV, in emails sent to me. There is talk of figures, forecasts, graphics, the happy turning points ... and I wonder what that sleep four million-plus unemployed English, whether they have a knot in my stomach, if you are going through doctor to send them something that can not be more than anxiety. Solo
imagine it ... Do not know how to pay for electricity, or water, how to explain to children that can not be ... nothing.
And while others continue our life, we chose to administer the country all play to peep, peep that I have not been and arguing over crap that does not interest us.
I know that most are not more than enough, but perhaps we need to strive to support those around them. Providing jobs, however small.
What if I Do not defeat the hairdressing, she will not leave the nursery, you'll have to buy pears. And as much fear that we all, and eager to save than any, should we move this to the microeconomics of each neighborhood, which is loaded the macro already deal with others.
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