welcome to the window on the ground floor

Good morning everybody, I'm the inhabitant of the ground floor window in the Most Improbable City in the World: every morning I can hear the news from people going to work; during lunch time I can enjoy debates about how the world is going crazy (and of course how to profit from it, but shush please....it's a secret!) and every evening I hear the tasty tales of nasty bosses and the broken hopes of witty employees and naughty co-workers.

The seasonal mutation of the landscape outside my beloved window is dictated by the humanity that fills it every day and as this summer loosen its heat-grip on the land I can have my entartainment back.

Watching unseen and listening unheard: what a perv!

Mind your own business!

Right?

Wrong.

Overhearing is not a crime, shouting on the street is a sign of poor education...or drunkness.

In my city we have plenty of both: in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, by night, employed, unemployed, shaven, dirty, goodlooking and ugly.

Never seen a leprechaun but I've seen many many trolls.

I haven't heard all their stories but I've heard enough of them to tell you this: right now is more about work and making money than ever before.

Time is money; talk is money; silence is money; weather is money; poverty is money; sickness is A LOT of money; MONEY IS MONEY!

Being an unemployed blogger I have loads of time to spend and the second thing I like the most, after looking out of my window, is to know what other countries think of my country, so I read some newspapers from around the world and guess what did I find today on "The New York Times" online?

That's right: cancer and free clinics, one article after the other, showing in few lines how messed up is the system we live in.

One says, roughly, that a (pardon my french) shit-load of money is poured into drugs research that are, basically, not as much effective as their price should suggest; the other says that a clinic in Milwaukee, that ACTUALLY helps people's lives, is going to be left to....well...die, just because in Washington (and that's just A capital of A nation, do not forget) nobody really cares and probably because nobody of those in charge have some relative in treatment in that abovementioned free clinic.

Now, I may have the facts all wrong, I'm not saying I'm speaking the absolute truth but there is one detail I really don't get, a relation between federal regulated (I'm talking in international terms, with "federal" I mean also "national", for those who don't live in a federal state) medical care and prescription drugs: one is provided by the national health care, and more often than not is quite expensive, the others are produced by private companies and, more often than not, their selling prices do not match AT ALL the results.

Are the pharmaceutical enterprises intentioned to stretch a lot more the concept "you can't put a price on hope"?

Because to me it seems they are riding that horse hard and quite undisturbed by those who close free clinics for insolvency.

Why the Hell the health-care system in almost every nation in the world is always on the brinck of collapse while those who produce the very drugs that are distributed in and by the medical network are bathing in money like Scrooge McDuck?

Aren't they both essential parts of the very same indispensable machine?

To me it doesn't make any sense at all but, then again, I am an unemployed blogger who just stares out of his window.

Anyway, I hope to hear something less gloomy from my window tomorrow.

Goodbye fellows