Cracks in Fort Europe.

Amsterdam.

With the worsening of this so-called world wide Credit Crisis it seems to me that Fort Europe is starting to show signs of decay, cracks in the walls of an economic power house, politicians desperately running after the facts while the financial world around them is falling on its fat asses, the automobile industry getting thick layers of dark brown rust.

Economic predictions getting readjusted at least once a week with the situation looking more glum with each passing day.

Not that that stops those that are quite familiar with poverty and economic hardship. For those down in the cradle of the human species, dark skinned flat nosed and impoverished africans so desperate for a better life they are willing to risk life and limps to try the dangerous sea crossing to Lampedusa - an italian meditereanan isola closer to Libia then Italy - in leaky wooden ships that are rotting away under their black african feet.

If they make it and don`t drawn in the process, don`t end up in concentration camps waiting for deportation, they might have too sell small handicrafts in southern italian cities to passers-by or else work in the acriculture for a few meagre euros a day, sleeping in old empty factories on cold concrete floors in their hunderts.

No medical health care for those, no sanitary conditions or running water.

Those that are lucky might end up in north italian cities selling their athletic male bodies to sex hungry fat german and scandinavian women that know exactly where to find them - the mouth to mouth info service goes a long way here I guess - often driving for several days through EUROPE to reach these cities in expensive cars that are supported by huge alimonies. Their slips wed in anticipation of well hung african males.

Dark african beauties the victims of international gangs always on the look out for new female flesh to fill european brothels. By the time these poor creatures are worn-out and ragged looking they will continue their sex trade in the filthy alleys of cities all over the continent giving up their once nubile and beautiful bodies to fat and drunk europeans, looking for customers in dark bars with a bad reputation.

With the cracks appearing in Fort Europe one might ask the question what will happen to those, those that live at the lowest levels of our society, those that have families to support back home, those that have risked everything to attain a better economic life, those that came to our economic power house harbouring dreams full of hope and ended up in a miserable excistence.

For them returning home is not an option.