Broken Bonds at Port Eliot

At the Port Eliot Festival I read the first scene of the first draft of my novel. The unmoved sea of faces in the audience told me how it needs to bring the taste of breakage. The breakdown of trust is so damaging in many different areas of life. Its web reaches out and grabs the most unexpected bystander.
If we look now from a 2010 perspective, all the cuts about which we rightly moan have their origin in the down fall of the banks. Their collapse triggered the drying up of credit which in turn sent the economy into decline. But what was the real reason? The breakdown of trust?
I also read a completely different reflection on the festival. Can they connect?