...Till it's g-o-o-o-n-e...
Greetings, fellow commodities importers, exporters, transporters, and consumers!
How has the trade been going, lately?
In terms of recent cataclysms, I have been wondering how much of personal impact, observations, and contact shall we touch.
While everybody below the red blue golden line now feels, unless totally insensitive,
the March of the Fuel-Fueled Avengers upon the Highways of Need and Necessity.
Did you know beforehand what comes from where nothing comes from now?
It was the 8th of March and many female colleagues were throwing sweets left and right at innocent bystanders. For most, quantity and intention mattered and they brought large bags of relatively affordable and solid pieces of sugar industry heights.
Various shapes and colors, various tastes, they turned out to have one thing in common.
They were all made and exported from nearby Ukraine.
While I previously had no idea where Zhytomyr was on the map, it turns out to be just west of Kyiv, and just outside the zone of a siege. Or not?
The name probably translates as Wheat World. There is a village with the same name about twenty clicks from where I stand.
I don't know if the production facility of these sweets still stands.
Until I heard from our suppliers saying we were not getting this...
Last delivery, for the time being
...anymore.
We are now getting similar stuff from nearby Turkey.
At a new price to be learned soon enough.
The price of big fish's deliberate actions that the small fish pays. As always.
The Fish does not think...
where its sustenance comes from
...because The Fish knows...Everything.
— from Emir Kosturitza's Arizona Dream
The fish knows almost nothing of where all the stuff the fish consumes comes from. The question is...even if it did, wouldn't it keep consuming as usual instead of learning to be self-sufficient?
We can't. Not with the rate we're consuming nor at the average speed we're moving at.
Peace and Prosperity!
Yours,
Manol
