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“Se non è un mercato capitalista, in cosa entriamo, buon Dio, quando andiamo su amazon.com ?” Mi ha chiesto qualche anno fa uno studente all’Università del Texas. “Una specie di feudo digitale” ho risposto d’istinto. “Un feudo post-capitalista, le cui radici storiche rimangono nell’Europa feudale, ma la cui integrità è oggi mantenuta da un tipo di capitale futuristico e distopico basato sul cloud”

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Yanis Varoufakis is a Greek economist and politician who served as the Finance Minister of Greece from 2015 to 2015. He is known for his role in the Greek debt crisis and his advocacy for a more democratic economic system. more

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