It is the peak of the summer season. In the lair called ”politics”, for more than a quarter of a century, this is the best time to open and quickly close difficult questions, to process dirty transactions, to let go of a territory or ballast of dignity. To deliver to the Sultans another honorable head, a strategic company or a province. The same goes on now. Cities are half-empty, the mob is stunned by heat and poisoned by trash media, hypnotized and disoriented. Awaiting that ”cry over the valleys”, we have prepared a new edition of the ”National Review”. A lot of good comfort and comforting beauty. As a therapy with self-awareness.