Μονο σαν καταναλωτες εχουν δικαιωματα οι ανθρωποι, σαν εργαζομενοι μοιαζουν πλεον με σκλαβους

In the early 1980s, everything that I considered the apex of luxury was contained on the McDonald's menu. Once every school holiday my big treat would be a Big Mac and french fries, which I would then eke out for a parent-frustrating age. Poor Proust – stuck with a measly madeleine, when he could have had a dad who took him to see Return of the Jedi and on to Uncle Ronald's for a freshly incinerated apple pie.