Europe—whither bound? (Quo vadis Europa?) : $b being letters of travel from the capitals of Europe in the year 1921Graham, Stephen
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Europe—whither bound? (Quo vadis Europa?) : $b being letters of travel from the capitals of Europe in the year 1921
Graham, Stephen
Europe -- Description and travel
You accumulate great wads of paper. See the people of Vienna and
Warsaw, their inside pockets are all misshapen by the bulge of the
money. The pockets of an international traveller are worse. He holds
his unnegotiable accumulation of the money which is not worth changing
nor yet worth throwing away.
"How much do you expect to get for this?" said a Hungarian banker
surveying a bulky packet of Turkish piastres. I mentioned a likely sum.
"_Grande erreur_!" he exclaimed, and lifted his hands in horror. In
Budapest they were marketable only for a tenth of what I gave for them.
So the piastres remained together with provincial French notes and
small denominations of dinars and what-not, nominally worth something
somewhere, but in fact unsaleable.
The Germans have just now a very popular word for a _nouveau-riche_, it
is a _schieber_, one who exchanges. Getting your money changed is one
of the most wasteful processes for you and one of the most gainful for
him.
A certain man had 10 pounds which he exchanged for 450 francs. Then he
exchanged the francs for 600 lira; he journeyed by Fiume to Serbia and
changed again for 900 dinars. At Belgrade he bought 6,000 Hungarian
crowns. He carried the money to Budapest and then to Vienna, where he
had some luck and got 15,000 Austrian crowns. However, at Prague the
bankers said they did not encourage the sale of Austrian money as they
did not know what it was worth. He got 1,000 Czech crowns, which in
turn he changed to 10,000 Polish marks. He then changed those for 500
Roumanian lei, returned to Poland again and only received 8,000 marks
at the re-exchange. At Berlin they looked very disparagingly at the
Polish money and offered him 280 German marks for the lot. He changed
this for 11 florins in Amsterdam, for which when he reached Antwerp he
received 40 Belgian francs. His 10 pounds lingered tentatively over
the abyss of a nothing.
The title of this story should be "Exchange is no robbery."
A golden or at least a paper rule for merchants dealing with foreign
firms is "pay them when the exchange is most in your favour." But the
foreign firm under these circumstances, having expected to get so much,
gets in reality so much less. It is not surprising then that trade is
sticky.
We hear much of the efforts of Governments and financiers to regulate
the exchanges, but nothing comes of it. The only obvious cure is a
Utopian one: institute one currency for Europe in the name of the
League of Nations.
Let us have "League of Nations gold currency." But to have that the
resources of Europe must be pooled. We are not ready for that.
LETTERS OF TRAVEL
IX. FROM PRAGUE
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