I work for the cold, soulless pieces of paper that I can withdraw from an ATM or occasionally is debited from my bank account, or to send home. The money I earn is in the form of currencies of the countries I work which I try to pool, in the hope that one day I can buy a home, build a small library of books and a space with tools, enjoy a humble existence, read and build to better myself.

I left my home country in the new millennium, once considered to be a country with relatively high living standards. These days, not so much due to demographic changes (continual importation of migrants) and corruption that has engendered the Marxism de jour that destroys the place through the erosion of living standards. The police there seem largely co-opted and serve the wishes of those that steal from the public and are diametrically opposed to the will of the majority of people who make up the country.

The only reason that a home is useful in this regard is to defend myself, my possessions and shelter from the dangers that have been imported into the country, and the lack of political and economic honesty of the ruling class. I didn't have any other option other than to leave family and friends who I grew up with and I miss dearly, and work and learn where I can.

But working for fiat currency and being forced to strategically migrate is the only way I have to achieve this objective. I'd love to volunteer and engage with other things I care more about, but unfortunately that's not currently an option. Some of the people I've worked with are amazing people, genuine, smart and principled, and that's a nice by-product, but really this is just a lucky coincidence that they are in the same position, working in meaningless roles, in order to raise a family, or perhaps for similar reasons as myself.