Storie.

Money! it’s a special piece of paper, decorated in sombre colours, which everyone agreed was worth something. I believe it, you believe it, everyone believes it, until you took a pile of that paper to a bank, any bank, even if it’s a respectable, traditional, highly confidential Swiss bank and asked, “Could I buy back a few hours of my life?” “No Mister/Madam, we don’t sell, we only buy.”