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Inflation has never hit so hard. 

Started with the sunflower oil, then bread, flour, meat, rice, egg. The price tag for the same flour in the same store was changed three times within a week. Never been so close to the sensitive market of capitalism. On the other hand, the salary remains dull as the mud. Will the market crash in any further moment? Long queue outside the banks? Bankruptcy? Unemployment? Whenever there is the sign of depression, there is war, right? Turning on all the machines to print more cashes is not always as effective as the former. 

Influenced by the habit to live a frugal life, I've been used to save portion of the income, but it does not work well in this environment. The safest way is to exchange the money to another relatively stable currency, which a drudge for me. I don't plan to buy a car or a house, and it's hard to say when the bomb will explode, so I use the pennies to exchange merchandise, the touchable products in hands is safer than the papers in pockets. Probably I just find myself a reasonable solace to not feel guilty when I shop too much. Too much? No, how can I have that money to buy too much?

This life is just a little better than a tramp's life, I don't have to walk four seasons outside unceasingly. Poverty never feels so real, as well as the peace before storm.

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