Another week (21st?, I think) of a bleak year. The Americans are carefully and precisely dosing the fire of the Ukrainian grill. Smother, brown, soften. As long as it doesn't burn.
Great geopolitical program or inevitable necessity ... I don't know or I know, it doesn't matter.
The silent and almost invisible rise of Africa. New producers. New markets. New distribution routes. A bitter decline in the shadow of delightful growth.
Well, it takes work. In the absence of another idea for this World.