Ah, Well
People have their obsessional notions. Regardless of their level of intelligence and experience, their otherwise-professionalism, the wisdom of their years, they somehow fall prey to believing that things are not as they should be, and take steps to sideline pedestrian ways of doing things and create their own solutions.
Well, there's absolutely nothing new regarding peoples' suspicion of banking systems. It's the purview, actually, of the ignorant, the unschooled, those without experience. Opting to put away money they have managed to collect in the oddest places: empty old tea tins, under mattresses, children's piggy banks, root cellars. Peoples' imaginations can just run riot.
Mind, people often resorted to burying family treasures, heirlooms, in their backyards during war situations when they feared their possessions would be looted in their absence, as they fled the the theatre of war, becoming refugees. Hoping to return at some later date, to dig up their treasures and reclaim them.
Illicit gains are often buried, too. Think of Treasure Island. Think of people with guilty consciences, hastily burying incriminating evidence against themselves. And then there was the case of the elderly Japanese businessman who took it upon himself to bury in his garden a whopping US$4-million in yen.
A businessman, imagine. In this day and age. In modern Japan, where business and entrepreneurship thrives. He was so respected, so well placed that at the time of his death, in his 80s, he was still serving on a corporate board. Imagine the decision-making entrusted to the wisdom of such as he.
He had placed his cash into a container, over a four-decade period. Guess old habits are hard to set aside. He was obviously convinced that his carefully stored funds were safe where he secured them, right in his own backyard. It's true that in Japan backyards - where they exist - are surrounded by privacy walls. But anyone living in apartments can look down on such sheltered places.
And there he was, busily, over the space of forty years, digging up his treasure, adding to it, then carefully placing it back into its specially designated safe-place. Where no one could see what he was about, and no one would have even a smidgen of suspicion, of knowledge of his treasure.
How wrong he was. He noticed, to his dismay that something was awry, mere months before his death. "He noticed that there are signs that parts of his yard were dug up. Then he learned that the container in which he kept the money was gone", said a local police official, looking into the matter.
"He buried the money because financial institutions are offering only low interest rates, and he thought it was better to keep his cash himself" added another official.
Low interest rates? Keep his cash himself? Well, now the trail of the theft has gone stale, though the police are still searching for clues.
And someone is extremely grateful to that elderly businessman for elevating them out of a state of penury.
Well, there's absolutely nothing new regarding peoples' suspicion of banking systems. It's the purview, actually, of the ignorant, the unschooled, those without experience. Opting to put away money they have managed to collect in the oddest places: empty old tea tins, under mattresses, children's piggy banks, root cellars. Peoples' imaginations can just run riot.
Mind, people often resorted to burying family treasures, heirlooms, in their backyards during war situations when they feared their possessions would be looted in their absence, as they fled the the theatre of war, becoming refugees. Hoping to return at some later date, to dig up their treasures and reclaim them.
Illicit gains are often buried, too. Think of Treasure Island. Think of people with guilty consciences, hastily burying incriminating evidence against themselves. And then there was the case of the elderly Japanese businessman who took it upon himself to bury in his garden a whopping US$4-million in yen.
A businessman, imagine. In this day and age. In modern Japan, where business and entrepreneurship thrives. He was so respected, so well placed that at the time of his death, in his 80s, he was still serving on a corporate board. Imagine the decision-making entrusted to the wisdom of such as he.
He had placed his cash into a container, over a four-decade period. Guess old habits are hard to set aside. He was obviously convinced that his carefully stored funds were safe where he secured them, right in his own backyard. It's true that in Japan backyards - where they exist - are surrounded by privacy walls. But anyone living in apartments can look down on such sheltered places.
And there he was, busily, over the space of forty years, digging up his treasure, adding to it, then carefully placing it back into its specially designated safe-place. Where no one could see what he was about, and no one would have even a smidgen of suspicion, of knowledge of his treasure.
How wrong he was. He noticed, to his dismay that something was awry, mere months before his death. "He noticed that there are signs that parts of his yard were dug up. Then he learned that the container in which he kept the money was gone", said a local police official, looking into the matter.
"He buried the money because financial institutions are offering only low interest rates, and he thought it was better to keep his cash himself" added another official.
Low interest rates? Keep his cash himself? Well, now the trail of the theft has gone stale, though the police are still searching for clues.
And someone is extremely grateful to that elderly businessman for elevating them out of a state of penury.
Labels: Particularities, Social-Cultural Deviations, Whoops
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