Yesterday morning, I had a dream. I dreamed that a large chunk of flesh, about the size of a fist, was ripped off my calf. Then someone took it away. He used my flesh to slice it into thin beef rolls. Then, I watched as my own flesh was shaved off, piece by piece. Eventually, my bone was exposed. My left calf was hollowed out. The detail was that the whole process didn’t involve any bleeding.

In the risk market, I truly experienced the meaning of the word “cutting losses” in my dream. The dream was so vivid and real. A large piece of flesh from my thigh was sliced into beef rolls by someone else, just like the numbers representing my money dropping rapidly on the trading charts. I’m grateful that my parents gave me a head filled with enough imagination, allowing me to experience the vibrant realities of human life. So, “cutting losses”—these two words, which I often use to mock others, I can now feel how powerless it is myself. When you watch your own flesh being sliced into thin beef rolls in a dream, how would you feel? Let me share my thoughts. Putin once said, “If there is no Russia, what do we need this world for?” That’s how I feel as well. But the difference is, he can actually do what he says. I can’t.