Daniels Blog
24Nov/082

Der magische Wasserhahn oder: Warum das Geld nach oben fließt

Es gab einmal einen magischen Wasserhahn in einer Welt ohne Meere, Flüsse, Seen und Regen. Der Hahn war an keine Wasserleitung angeschlossen und trotzdem sprudelte er ständig fidel und glücklich. Das frische Wasser floß wie aus dem Nichts heraus und versorgte die Durstigen. Doch er war auch gierig. Er verschenkte sein Wasser nicht an die Durstigen sondern verlieh es nur. Die Durstigen mußten ihm das Wasser später zurückgeben. Außerdem verlangte er bei der Rückgabe immer etwas mehr Wasser als Leihgebühr. Da der magische Wasserhahn der einzige Wasserhahn der Welt war, war leider niemals genug Wasser da. Auch das zusätzliche Wasser, das ja als Gebühr zusätzlich zurückgegeben werden mußte, konnte man nur aus dem Wasserhahn beschaffen. So kam es, dass immer mehr Leute Wasserschulden hatten, sich immer mehr Leute gegenseitig Wasser stahlen und immer mehr Leute verdursteten.

Der magische Wasserhahn

23Okt/081

Der Fischer und der MBA

Gefunden bei den Diskussionen über den DOW-JONES bei Google Finance, der heute ein neues historisches Tief erreicht hat.

An American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican
village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the
small boat were several large yellowfin tuna.

The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and
asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied, "only a
little while." The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer
and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his
family’s immediate needs.

The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your
time?" The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play
with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the
village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos.
I have a full and busy life, senor."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You
should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger
boat, with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several
boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of
selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the
processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the
product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this
small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and
eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But senor, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "15 or 20 years."

"But what then, senor?"

The American laughed and said, "that’s the best part. When the time is
right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the
public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions, senor? Then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal
village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your
kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the
evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your
amigos."