A Confederacy of Fears

"All happy families are alike but are unhappy each in its own way." Tolstoy's reflection could well apply to grief in times of crisis shared fears resemble each other, but each suffers loneliness in their own way.

David Eilam, of Tel Aviv University conducted research that confirms the passage of "Anna Kanerina." When separately exposed voles to the presence of owls, their main predator, showed differing levels of anxiety. However, when presented in the bird group, matched their stress, and not necessarily the bottom.

Although in our monologues want to shake the throes of crisis, when talking with friends and family we sink into pessimism and freeze the soul. Long run in a wheel makes pessimism and undertake consume less, which in turn generates more business closures which, again, feed despair. We are increasingly demoralized. The unemployed no longer leave their homes, assume that you will not find work feeds Why is this vicious circle?

Eighteen months ago there was a campaign, I suspect that spurred the government-in which we pretended to believe that the crisis was only in our head, which was enough to cross the auto mirror that would get into the land of green shoots . The weather showed no avail.

However, they were right about the crisis as a psychological problem. What silent, or ignored, is that is based on distrust of those we manage. A group of artists and entrepreneurs, supposedly independent, could not dispel the feeling that the club would lead us to the precipice eyebrow What is the key to getting out of despair?

The confidence. The end of the thread from which we can untangle the web of fear is strung with gestures of sincerity. The truth, however painful, is always preferable to lies. Enough so interested paternalism. Things are bad and we know it will get worse. What we have observed for three years and we will see at least three more, each time someone promises to be just to create jobs by increasing the unemployed.

In the last campaign parties caressed us back with promises of employment. He even quantify them, 500 said the mayor, 80,000 one of the candidates for regional president. In between, an auction ending. Here each missed him milk jug of water solutions.

"With that I do not fuck enough," replied an old woman President of Argentina to ask how he could help. What you can do city councils, town councils and communities is to avoid making things worse. Less official cars, consultants, council members, duplication of responsibilities, public companies ... and lies. And more seriously paying suppliers.

We have a bloated government staff. Only companies and freelancers can create jobs and not risk a list if they believe more in the future. What they need is the confidence that sell more. Or grants, nor social security bonuses. The trust will enter the birth canal of the economy when the tenant vacates the Moncloa and his friends, determined to sow the field still in plastic outbreaks.

I admire the England of the forties, when a nation gripped by the teeth of war known to choose a gray man. It lacked what we now mean by spirit or charisma. And he was old, bald, fat cheeks permanently lit by the whiskey. But he had one virtue: he told the truth, he treated his fellow citizens as responsible adults. And managed to awaken in them the epic, to convince them that, despite having a formidable enemy, could succeed.

"I have nothing to offer but blood, sweat and tears. We have before us a painful challenge. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and suffering. You ask: What is our purpose? I can answer in one word: victory . Victory at all costs. Victory in spite of all terror. Victoria for a long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival. "