16. June 2015 by Sydney Polart ©
I can tell you a tale…It’s based on a true story, but the guy in perfect suits didn’t want to be named. He was thinking from bonus to bonus. Bonuses were his life. All that he lived for was the next big thing for the multi-billion dollar company he was working for, and of course the bonus accompanying it was his thing.
Recently, when thinking of Greece, he was also investing in bonds like his fellows, like his peers, respectively he was not fond of a fund at all, but of a very certain kind of bond, a bond that suits him well in the City of London, in this certain part of town, in this zombie zone, where nobody seems to live, although working like crazy, and suits always have to fit the well situated, a bond which fits to him, to him and his name. And now he has finally found his own personalized bond, which suits him well. It was James, James’ Bond.
Dr. Dr. Immanuel Fruhmann
alias I.G. Fruhmann
Y 8:8; Y 7:14