It is a slow day in a little GreekVillage. The rain is beating down and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit. On this particular day a rich German tourist is driving through the village, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night. The owner gives him some keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs into the kitchen. He quickly grabs the pressure cooker for he knows this will preserve the €100 note from the elements when he buries it in the garden because he can't trust the banks to be open when he retires next year,.. he'll be 55 then and done his whack, meanwhile he hides behind the counter until the German tourist fecks off the end (at least the Greek thinks it is)