"It’s happening again," Elias whispered to his empty room.
Elias reached for his mouse to sell, his finger hovering over the button. But then, he paused. He looked at the charts. This wasn't 2020. The world had vaccines now; it had systems. He watched the "Fear & Greed Index" peg itself into extreme terror. He didn't sell. Instead, he closed his laptop. Viernes Negro (2021)
Outside his window, the streets of the city were actually busy. People were carrying bags from Zara and El Corte Inglés, hunting for the usual Black Friday bargains, oblivious to the billions of Euros vanishing into the digital ether. It was a strange duality—the physical world was shopping, while the financial world was shivering. "It’s happening again," Elias whispered to his empty room
Elias sat in his home office in Madrid, the blue light of three monitors reflecting in his tired eyes. At 8:00 AM, the screen was a sea of crimson. The news tickers were screaming a new name that the world hadn't heard yet: . He looked at the charts