After seeing the movie Wall Street many years ago, I firmly associated that name with large avenues covered by a never-ending human tide, thousands of pedestrians clogging each intersection, a desperate struggle for space, success, a crazy lifestyle involving more work than sleep and play together, the quest for profitability turned cash cow, and and a lust for inside fame.

Stone Street, Financial District, Manhattan, New York

Today, over two decades and at least one major stock market crash later, this is what the nearby streets look like. I work half-a-block away from Wall Street and Stone street is located another half-block away. Of course, this was a cold rainy winter night. Still. Where have the Gordon Gekko’s of this decade gone? Surely, they are nowhere near Wall Street. That’s all right. Who needs them anyway?