Outside the company
Outside the company.
The media, the stereotype, the municipality.
The speeches are not the basis of society. Communication is annihilated, culture is synonymous with boredom, knowledge is synonymous with pathetic. Screams tribal replace dialogs. The outburst of unnecessary deprivation concepts reigns during a cincin champagne.
Sitting at a table, where the music now without any conversation at a volume human. Surrounded by a group hungry bitch pointing over her, and a trans in his company that demonstrates to know more people than we might expect. The politically correct and the son of dad who greet the trans confidently. The assault of a disordered bunch of kids and big boys all equal, stereotypes of television who pose as the stars of the average citizen.
And in the middle of the vortex with the same speed with which you drop a glass inciting the bouncer, you hold out a glass of champagne screaming "the crisis is over."
Needless to explain the concepts of spread BTP / Bund, the political credibility of a country to the defeat, the volatility of the securities trading and risk failure of a state in which you live.
Needless to approach any sensible speech, ignorance and superficiality must reign at all costs. This is what allows the fun.
I'm afraid of the society and by this or I isolate myself or I do disguises to integrate.