Some values cannot be exchanged

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It's 8pm on a Saturday, I'm walking along the edge of the tarmac, in front of me is a man, tall, sometimes he walks, sometimes he stops, he makes strange gestures, he punches the air, he yells, it looks like he's fighting against invisible beings, I realise that he's suffering from madness. In Congo, in general, people suffer from madness because they have had to practice magic, they do it to get money, material goods, success. Right in front of this madman, I noticed a young man, about 35 years old, he is a street vendor, he sells boiled eggs and colas, he is also looking for money and material goods, but the way he has chosen is to work, even if it is a job that some might downplay, in reality there is no stupid job. At least he does not suffer from madness, at least he has not lost his conscience, at least he is free. Through this observation I realised that there are values that cannot be traded for money, no matter how hard life gets.