Globalization is the past. The present sits on a branch, the future is in the air. It’s not important how and where, but for how much. The distance is not significant, but the way we communicate is. The color doesn’t matter, but the waistline does. The season isn’t important, it’s the color of the eyes. All this is in the eyes. All the fear is in the shopping bag. All the culture in this world is limited to the opening hours. I’m sitting on a branch and I’m choosing. The cheaper, if possible, the further away. For 75 cm of green. For a wise autumn and a full bag of understanding. Welcome to the buxom land. The land of abundance and the land of the scared.