Guillem thought. Life was respected, at least more than in most third world countries, the oil income was so large that the country managed to survive almost exclusively on the income it produced. It should have been more than enough for the country to grow, but somehow the politicians always managed to channel all the excess resources to their little greedy pockets.
There always was a rather large population composed of poor people as well. But at least the education was not all that bad, most of them worked hard and one out of every ten would manage to progress in live. The rest at least managed to live. Having said that, there was a growing anger and resentment in the younger generation and steadily growing crime. But everything was under control or at least that is how it felt to him. Guillem would go frequently to help people in need and share with them a meal, hear their problems and would be usually able to find a way to help them.