A fake tree, for a fake celebration, of a fake religion, in a fake nation, of a fake country, with a fake democracy.

Sorry to all those your Christmas spirit is ruined. Sorry we ruined the happiness, warmth and love, because we demand something better for our future.

Sorry to all the people who will take their money back from their insurance companies and have a chance to remake their filthy shops.

Sorry to the beautiful shops which sell shoes for three monthly salaries of a factory worker.

Sorry to all the rich ladies who have no place to buy their make-up for these holidays and will look like shit.

Sorry there are no banks to give your donations to poor people that you always remember at Christmas.

It is 7:00 in the evening. You just came home from work, tired but with the feeling that you still have time to enjoy yourself, or maybe not, but you are willing to try. You take a shower and then prepare something to eat, something nice, it’s been a really hard day, you lost a client and your boss is pissed off.

So you are feeling a bit fresher and you decide to empty your mind and enjoy your dinner. You are feeling a bit lonely, so you switch on the dumb-box, to watch something light, like an episode of that old series you used to watch some years ago. You eat your first bite, you just began to feel a bit better, to hell with the boss, you tell yourself, you deserve some happiness.

Just when you let yourself relax, the ads start. First an insurance company, then a super market, and the third is a bank, all trying to prove you they have the best service, for the right price, nothing to worry about, they care for you, and now, with the financial crisis, they all have special deals, to show you how much they love you, really.