What’s become of Tremorti? Since Greece started to crumble he’s no longer been findable. An eye witness has tracked him down to the extreme North of Norway.

“I was stunned to see the vast extent of the ocean whose waters, black as ink, made me think of the description of the “Mare Tenebrarum del geografo nubiano e dell'emanuense Ghedinus” {Dark Sea by the Nubian geographer and by the scribe Ghedinus} . A human mind could not conceive of a panorama so desolate. To the right and left, as far as the eye could see, rising up as though they were the buttresses of the world, rows of rugged black rocks: the public debt and unemployment, whose mysterious aspect was brought out even more by the froth that with the white and spectral crest came forward howling and groaning. Right in front of the promontory on whose peak I was perched, at a distance of five or six miles in the open sea, there was an island with a dark aspect, or rather it was possible to identify the position of the fury of the waves surrounding it. Tremorti was there.
The surface water became calm. It became smooth. The swirling disappeared while stripes of froth appeared where they had not been before. These stripes got longer, and they merged into each other, until they formed the embryo of a much vaster Argentine vortex. And in fact suddenly, this took on solidity in the form of a Greek circle with a diameter of 1,800 billion euro. The edge of the vortex was formed by a large swathe of shining tax-dodging, but not even one drop of that fringe fell into the mouth of the terrifying funnel of the tax collection authorities, inside which, for as far as the eye could see, there was a brilliant, black-black wall, at an angle of 45 degrees to the horizon, moved about by a motion that was both rotary and undulating along the external perimeter of the Italian tax-payers, capable of emitting a frightening noise, half-scream-half-roar, more intense in its anguish than anything that has ever gone up to heaven from the Parmalat savers.
A dwarf attempted to swim towards the island but he was captured by an “Ingroia” current and taken to the depths while he let out a scream that was so loud it was heard even on the coast of Sicily.

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