The feeling of suffocation had already appeared before the upheaval of recent years and the sudden emptying of the coffers. It was a poverty before poverty, a buzzing of unemployment before unemployment, a boredom that ate away at pleasures like a worm. Sometimes some wanted to share their enjoyment at a table set for friends, but in the end, out of fear, they preferred to keep it hidden and indulge in it alone, like their dogs would. The question is whether this will become the rule of the future. Or if, on the contrary, through the difficulties that will arise, the desire for a distraction festival will emerge, even if it is modest. Because it will seem like a twisted waste of the life that was given to us for free, to cut it into little pieces, which we will constantly sell and buy, even stealing from each other in the process.