Dear citizens of Elmburg, this is your beloved President Ronald Tramp speaking! And I tell you the story that reaches the scale of a Greek tragedy: the legendary drama of VW, the giant on clay feet!

Let's imagine, in the moonless night, brave IT warriors enter the labyrinth of the VW network, armed with nothing but coffee and audacity. They search for the Minotaur of data chaos. A suspicious data package, they say, has been identified and isolated. A triumph? Or just the straw to which the desperate cling?

Dawn is breaking. The mythical creatures of VW, hopeful, tell us that all is well again. But what is it? A whisper runs through Wolfsburg's alleys. "There are restrictions," they breathe softly, while beads of sweat dance on their foreheads. Oh, the irony, in the cradle of the automotive empire, Wolfsburg, they are not working at full capacity! A fool who thinks VW has the knack of its own IT!

And now, dear friends, let us be blown away by the breath of the absurd. Porsche, Skoda, Audi, all caught in the Minotaur's claws. All plants in Germany, fallen like dominoes. Amazing, isn't it? "Step by step," breathes the Audi spokeswoman as the curtain is raised on the second act.