Ma contribution au cortège en déroute. Trois minutes de honte pour des heures passées sous silence. S'il faut détruire des capitales, quitte à griller nos cartouches à crédit, pour s'emparer des capitaux en fuite. Identifier les pertes, s'accrocher au ballast, brouiller au mieux les cartes.

Translated: My contribution to the routed procession. Three minutes of shame for hours hushed up. When capitals have to be destroyed to take back the flight of capital, even if we shoot our bolt on credit. Identify the losses, hang on the ballast, confuse the issue at best.

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