as my friend Olga explained to me, would look at that souvlaki joint with the tables outside and tell you that a souvlaki and Coke cost only four euros, that that young man sitting there for hours was unemployed and didn’t want to sit in his apartment or he would kill himself, and that that elderly pensioner sitting with him had lost his pension and probably had been nursing that same draft of beer all day. The foreigner, the German bureaucrat, and the IMF representative couldn’t see that, and so for the young man and the old pensionless pensioner, there would be no limit to their suffering.
