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In the wealthiest country in the world, wealth scared me; I became mean. I counted out potatoes, I measured soup by half a can. I looked after myself carefully as if I were a fragile crone. My heart grew small, I gave the evil eye to cute toddlers making a nuisance on the subway. Finally I thought: what is this all about? Why am I making a selfish life? Why is it supposed to be a good thing to manage on one’s own?