In the feverish agitation of the markets, where gold and currencies dance like mirages, a cry rises, almost inaudible, lost among rumors and doubts: $USUAL .

Like a jewel forgotten under the dust of hasty judgments, its brilliance seems tarnished. And yet, it is in this abyss, in this fold of time, that opportunity lies. For everything that falls, one day, rises.

"Buy," some say, with a look full of hope. For those who seize the moment when everything seems to collapse are often those who, tomorrow, will stand at the top.

So, while the world hesitates, while it trembles before uncertainty, one truth persists: USUAL, at its lowest, whispers to those who know how to hear. It is there that fortune is forged, in audacity and clairvoyance.