I hate maths. I really do…at least most of the time. But sometimes, when I understand them, I love them. Money always felt like maths to me: numbers related to a valuable coin. But money wasn’t a common topic of discussion in my social circle. Expressions like “Money is the root of all evil” stayed in my memory growing up, creating a negative accent around the subject. Why is money the root of all evil if we need it for everything? The more I thought about it, the more sceptical I felt regarding those negative ideas. I knew food costed money, and nobody can survive out of water and air.…