In an apparently destructive note, I posted a comment yesterday on the website of the newspaper, where a beautiful debate had begun around the article "Dispassionately about the BSE and its Polish CEO", signed by Doru Nicolaescu, an author which one of or readers, using the nickname "Doubting Thomas", described as follows in the comments to the article:

"Doru Nicolaescu is a sharp mind among our market specialists. He did his own share of compromises to get a decent living, he's jumped the gun, he got burned, he trusted people who betrayed him, he thought that certain people will save him after he became a criminal, he has served as a scapegoat for others and sadly it would seem he has accepted that idea."

I had a deliberately nasty intervention, in the debate which was actually trying to find solutions to helping the BSE exit the slump it is in (it is the debate I have been dreaming about for years, maybe even decades).

I said: "I don't know what you're hoping for.

Sobolewski doesn't matter, Farmache doesn't matter, Anghel... it would be redundant to say he doesn't matter.

The «major listings» don't matter, foreign brokers don't matter, and the state's support for the market doesn't matter either.

You yourselves don't matter and I am saying that in every meaning of the term, including the fact that the BSE market plays no role in the country's life.

I don't know what you're hoping for."

A few minutes later I posted another comment:

"Did I mention that the ASF does not matter, or did that slip my mind?"

Of course, I had foreseen that one way or another, I would be attacked, either myself or the newspaper would, with lines like "Yeah, yeah, same to you!"

I didn't care about it and besides, I've never cared about this kind of lines.

I've cared about something else.

It would have been interest