I just bought a liter bottle of shampoo from Lidl -- that haven for migrant workers, students and the unemployed. It's called 'Finale', it comes from Germany and it costs 80p. The bottle promises (in many languages, and in not so many words) only that the goop inside will smell nice, and that it won't poison me. I find this straightforward talk refreshing. It feels like we are one incremental step closer to Marx's final historical age, where the real value of labour, goods and people can be discerned.

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