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“В своята книга „Парадоксът на глобализацията” харвардския професор по политическа икономия Дани Родрик изброява три възможности за разрешаване на конфликта между националните демокрации и глобализацията. Обществата могат да ограничат демокрацията, за да постигнат по-голяма конкурентоспособност на международните пазари. Те могат да решат да ограничат глобализацията с надеждата да увеличат възможността на избирателите да опредлят икономическата политика. Или обществата могат да глобализират демокрацията за сметка на националния суверенитет. Ала това, което не могат да постигнат , както става ясно от книгата на Родрик, е едновременно хиперглобализация, демокрация и суверенитет. А точно това се опитват да постигнат повечето правителства. Те искат хората да имат право да гласуват, но не са готови да приемат решението на избирателя, ако той гласува в полза на популистки политики. Правителставата искат да намалят разходите за труд и да пренебрегнат социалните протести, но в същото време отказват да нагазят в мръсотията, като публично подкрепят авторитарната визия за силна ръка. Те подкрепят свободната търговия и взаимната зависимост на държавите, но искат да са сигурни, че ако е необходимо (в ситуация на криза като днешната), могат да си възвърнат националния контрол върху икономиката. Вместо да избират между суверенна демокрация, глобализирана демокрация или приятелски настроен към глобализацията авторитаризъм, политическите елити се опитват да предифинират демокрацията и суверенитета, за да направят невъзможното възможно. Този път е без изход: накрая се стига до демокрация без избор, до суверенитет без смисъл и до глобализация без легитимност.”

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Book:After Europe
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“- Não é desta opinião, Regnoult? Dá assim tanto valor à consciência? - É claro que dou… - Talvez não tenha razão. Chego às vezes a pensar que a consciência, a noção do eu, é apenas um acidente infeliz. - Infeliz? - repetiu Groix - Imagine uma formiga, Groix. Ela vive, trabalha, sofre. Suponha que, de repente, por milagre, lhe concedemos a noção de si própria, a consciência. Fica a saber que existe, que é formiga, apercebe-se sem demora do seu terrível destino, que é trabalhar durante uma ou duas estações e desaparecer. Acha que lhe deu uma prenda inestimável? E não sendo o homem senão uma formiga de memória desenvolvida, capaz de se examinar nas diversas circunstâncias da existência, acha singular que eu hesite às vezes, que sinta uma espécie de… de remorso, no momento de restituir ao meu semelhante essa lucidez, essa consciência?”

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Book:Corps et ames
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“The Golem, The Monster was in love with herself; the Goy was in love with her too. She was in love with Club Golan. A perfect storm was approaching and I could almost feel it. I didn't know what was wrong with my beautiful girlfriend as her face gradually began to look like a monster's and she started treating me like garbage. What was controlling her mind? Who was behind her, making her get so sick again so quickly after meeting some new people at the beach bar? Why did Sabrina say that I would die lonely and sad, and why was Martina's perception of me so wrong and unreal? How was their plan on track, I didn't understand while I was running after Martina and I couldn't understand where our happiness had slipped out of our hands again? I was desperately trying to figure out what had happened to my life, my career, and what had happened to my pretty girlfriend, what had happened to my baby? It was almost like my girlfriend's perceptions were all wrong somehow. She had seen me as a useless homeless bum and she had seen the only value or service in Europe and Barcelona which could make a living or money as, 'short shorts and loose legs'. I felt hopeless and I didn't understand what the spell was. How was my 'Stupid Bunny' a Frankenstein? I could feel it on my skin, and I could see it in Martina's eyes, that the criminals' plans were in play and had been working since the moment Adam arrived in Spain, or maybe even before that somehow. Before I even met Martina. Before we even broke all up with Sabrina. Before the Red Moon, the last date and before the provocation the following night. I felt like 10-20 criminals were trying to bully me and trying to woo Martina and outsmart me with her, but I was so worried for her and was so busy trying to save her every day with her on my mind, as if I too was under spells, under possession and couldn't do anything about it to help her or break the illusions keeping her possessed, even when supposedly she was, we were, rid of the bad people. I felt like I was in a screenplay in the set up stages of a drama. I felt like someone had sat down with a piece of paper and a pen, and was drawing plans against my life. I felt like someone had written a screenplay on how to play this out, how to take the club from me and Martina. Someone must have written a list of characters. Casting. I never called Sabrina a bitch. Adam and Martina both called her “bitch.” Martina said “The Bitch” and Adam said “that Crazy Bitch.” ’The Goy’ ’The Bitch’ ’The Gipsy’ ’The Giants’ ’The Golem’ ’The Lawyer’ ’The Big Boss’ ’My Girlfriend’ ’The False Flag’ ’The Big Brother’ ’The Stupid Bunny’ ’The Big Boss Daddy’ ’The Italian Connection’, etc. I was unable to break any illusion, the secret, the code; I was dumbstruck in love with “my girlfriend” (who I thought was my “stupid bunny”), being the ‘false flag’, and maybe it was actually “the bitch” portrayed by Sabrina who was my true love perhaps, putting me to the tests, with Adam and the rest, using Martina and her brother, playing with strings, with her long pretty fingernails, teaching me a lesson for cheating when I thought she was cheating too and making me unhappy when I thought she was unhappy with me. As if I knew, Sabrina had been behind my new girlfriend, Martina playing roles; I had seen all the signs and jokes. I just couldn't comprehend it having a cover over my eyes. I was unsure what should I do what would be real wise? I didn't think Sabrina would be capable of hurting me at all. Why did Martina keep saying, Tomas you are so nice and tall?”

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Author:Tomas Adam Nyapi
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