You all have a much better understanding of the stock market than I do.
I have an image burned into the deepest recesses of my residual reptile brain that is very similar to this one:
The image that scars my psyche has an old style wood cook stove in it but the same caption...
"Post-war German woman burns money, saying the money burns longer than the firewood it would purchase."
It is very difficult to invest in something real after you realize you don't even hold something real to invest.
My mother was an opera singer who, in August 1945, visited Berlin with ENSA to put on concerts for the troops stationed there. She used to tell a story about german women standing at the Brandenburg Gate prepared to trade diamond rings for cartons of cigarettes - the ony thing that really had a tangible value other than chocolates, nylons and scotch. Heartbreaking.
Admittedly this has little to do with Citibank, but I thought I'd post it anyway.
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