I went there again today along the road to Ndroq to buy fruits and vegetables. I had it on the road. I also chat a little.
I bought apricots, watermelons, definitely, ox heart tomatoes, and cherries. Ten thousand five hundred – said the lord of the tent. So he who had kept the boy so as not to flee to Italy.
I took out eleven thousand and I told him!
No, no, he told me, you will give me ten thousand and he returned one thousand metal leksha.
Here I turned my hand. He pushes I push! No man – I said – enough to do.
Drink a coffee! – told me.
Push me, he pushes the metal money. I never believe words. My professional deviation. The word is made for the net. But, this is another story! I say it one more time.
But I understand body language right away. When he pushed the coin, his hand had no vibration. I realized he had it sincerely.
For the first time in my life I have accepted tips. The seller had given tips to the customer.
Why did I accept it? To please him mo! The one who gives tips shows superiority over the one who receives tips. I wanted to enjoy the ego of that good man.
Then I will look like a sinner! That made me happy! He thought I needed to be treated a little financially! Maybe my car of the last century has evoked pity in my heart. Residents of that area are very sensitive to the poverty of the other!
I got what I had to get and got in the car. With that millennial I will shave today! I will add something myself and it is done just to tip the barber!
Uaaaaa, the world is upside down – I thought on the road when I was driving. I did not mind steering at all. The car walked home on its own like the donkey of a cousin of my grandfather who found his way home to his master. This was sleeping on a donkey!
The seller gives tips to the buyer. Imagine we go to a government office and the clerk after serving us does not take us tips, but also gives us some five thousand leks for tips: Get us professor shave today! Or buy razors to shave!
But there in Plepat my mind cleared! That rural trader down the road was actually right according to the philosophy of money. When I buy something and the other gives me a commodity, in addition to the equality of the two values there is another communication that takes place.
I buy the commodity and lose my freedom to exchange that commodity for something else. Can’t I go to the barber and tell him how much a haircut costs? Does a watermelon cost? The barber puts a machete around my neck if I ask this question. And he who receives the money he gains freedom because with that money he can shave, he can buy whatever his heart desires! He gains the freedom I lose. And so the gentleman on the sidewalk like the German philosopher Zimmel, in the last century, thought he had to make up for something with the fact that he got freedom while I lost my freedom in that financial transaction right there in the sun, next to the vegetable field.
Let’s see when I pass tomorrow what will happen to me in the same place. That gentleman also gave me a philosophy lesson on the logic of trade exchanges that I knew but had forgotten.
