It was really getting late and I decided to get something to pick me up from the depressed state I was in. From far away I saw signs of a liquor store that was about to save me. By the time I arrived there, it had just closed. It looked like an unreachable temple of beer behind the grills that would keep believers from fetching the Graal. I could see the faint vision of the counter where a few minutes earlier customers had bought their cans and bottles wrapped up in a brown paper bag. The evocative power of the neon signs can lure anybody in the dark. Coors, Beck, Michelob, and even Heineken, the only foreign brand, could make people thirsty just by the vision of these colored fluorescent tubes. But the front grills become even stronger visually as you look closely to the sleeping refrigerated distributors lined up behind the window. A good lesson…