Week 152 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. It’s hot in the city. Too hot for normal clothing, so I decided to put on a white robe and recycle a message that resonated with the outfit. Isn’t it funny that the first country adopting #Bitcoin as legal tender is a translation for "the savior"?

Shattered Island Maybe you were destined, Right from the start, To fracture, break, and shatter, My most fragile part. My unconditionally loving, beautiful heart. My tears filled puddles, ponds, lakes Since we broke apart. Sailing the ocean of grief, Looking for land to restart. Unfortunately there is no fucking breeze, My trauma response kicks, Fight, flight or freeze. Wave after wave of emotional turmoil, Will hopefully wash me, towards more fertile soil. Do I still trust my might? There is no land in sight. Did I loose you, because I didn’t fight? Was my shadow too dark, or did my light shine too bright? The waves keep rising, they’re so towering high, My nutshell is sinking, Flooded from tears that I cry. I’ve accepted my fate, This is the place where I die. No fairies around me, Teaching me how to fly. I’m gracefully drowning, In the ocean of grief, Swallowing sorrow, Until I feel relief. As my body sinks down, To where the anemones live, And realize that there wasn’t much more that I could sustainably give. I’m finally ready of letting it go. As I arrive at the gates, Of eternal flow. Here I see our land, Which we would have built. Both our souls, aligned and fulfilled. But it only appeared, after I was ready to die. The waves reappear. And I am starting to cry.

Die Gedichte des Geldes Alles begann mit einem einfachen Tausch. Ich will dies, und du hast jenes. Entwickelte sich in schnellem Rausch, Zu: "Du gibst mir Scheine und ich geb dir Penis." Doch es bleibt eine Sache, die ich nicht kapier: Warum tauschen wir knappe Zeit, gegen buntes Papier? Kein Wunder, dass gerade die Welt untergeht, wenn keiner etwas vom Gelde versteht. Der Schein trügt. Der Politiker lügt. Der Vater rügt. Aber wenig genügt. Lieber frei und arm, Statt reich und gefangen. Die Zeit der Banken in Bälde vergangen. Sobald du erkennst, dass du hast die Wahl: Frei, global und dezentral. Oder Kaputt, Korrupt und ausgedruckt. #939.020

Week 151 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Back in da hood, I was accompanied by my friend Alex, who enriched the action with meditation and ecstatic dance sessions. Bringing peace and love to the pedestrian zone and putting smiles on peoples faces. Today’s sign was an acronym for Euros which roughly translates to: 🪧"Simple-Minded, Insecure, Unit of account without Substance"

I‘m back home. Wherever that is. I’ve slept in a bed last night. I’m back to familiar landscapes, familiar faces, familiar patterns, back to family. I’m sitting in a raised hideout, the things hunters sit in waiting for prey to appear in front of their loaded rifle. I’m out of bullets. I don’t know what I’m hunting for. I’ve outgrown this place. A circus tent appeared on this piece of land. I feel like a clown. Jester privilege is nice, until you realize no one takes you seriously. My friends are in Prague. A big Bitcoin circus is happening there this weekend. I doubt anyone is missing me. So are they really my friends? And can this circus be any fun if the clown is missing? I guess there are other clowns. Richer clowns, entertaining the masses of asses that don’t realize they are being fooled. I’ve met a special person some weeks ago. He’s stateless. Fell through the system. A glitch in the Matrix. Fighting oppressive belief systems is fighting yourself. 24/7. It doesn’t stop. There is no vacation from it. If you try to distract yourself, numb it down, suppress it, it’ll resurface eventually with twice the force. It’s okay to feel melancholic. There is beauty in it. And although glow has disappeared from my life, I feel like I’m radiant. Magnetic to some, repulsive to others. Maybe glow had to disappear from my life in order for me to shine. Written with whatever glimmer is left, by a Honeybadger fighting a system of theft.

Just saved around 50 cinnamon buns from trash 😻 Who wants some?

To live on a true Bitcoin standard you will need the financial skills of Warren Buffett and the survival skills of Bear Grylls.

Another evening watching Neanderthal-TV. It’s a great channel, can recommend.

I’m in Sweden. Somewhere south of Gothenburg. I‘m hitchhiking through the galaxy, but I don’t really know where I’m going. I guess today is a forced break from eventful days before. I’m sitting in a tiny cozy shelter next to a lake. A family of geese is feeding just in front of me. It rains. I don’t want to hike for 1h through the rain towards the highway, getting there completely soaked would be devastating to the tiny reserves I have left. I’m exhausted. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. I’m grieving. A person I’ve lost, a person I was becoming, a person that felt like homecoming. Being alone in nature feels wholesome after having hundreds of shallow, yet fun interactions with humans throughout the last weeks. I am alone. I don’t know if I feel lonely. I would like to share this moment with someone, I guess that’s why I’m writing to you. The raindrops that keep falling in front of me are a good reflection of my emotional state. I’m living at the bare minimum in a society that doesn’t grasp its standards are way out of line. Living on a Bitcoin standard has its trade-offs. It rewards you deeply in connection, intuition, bravery and confidence, yet it strips you from comfort, convenience and participation in many areas of life. I don’t know for how long I will be able to continue making this sacrifice. I don’t know if I’m loosing or winning. I don’t know if it matters either. I do know that I have the ability to love deeply. I do know that I have the ability to deal with adversity. I do know that I have the tools, the network and the resources to build towards a better future. Yet on days like these I’m just a lonely Statue of Liberty, lost in the woods, grieving the love I wanted to give, wishing I was able to connect the dots forwards instead of backwards, wishing I was able to connect the dots. To build a network of people that is powerful enough to tumble the existing systems of oppression and replace them with liberating systems of compassion. I guess love is the cure, but did you ever love me? - Not sure.

Becoming an urban myth 101:

Week 150 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Everyone who left #OFF26 already missed the best day in Oslo, since the whole city turned into one big festival. Among it, the Statue of Liberty promoting financial freedom in front of DNB, Norways largest financial services group.

Just ran into a protest calling for ethical investments of the Norwegian oil fund. Decided to burn some Norwegian crowns to show that lobbying a trusted institution to make ethical choices is part of the problem. Reactions were hilarious.

Week 149 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. I participated in today’s hackathon by @npub1t5u3...j4c2, but instead of technical hacking I went in front of the Norwegian central bank for social hacking. I prefer vibe coding humans than machines. Met many #Nostr Legends through the day. @Liz @rabble @paul keating @Max @calle @JeffG @Anita @Derek Ross @Alex Gleason @Sunnyleen @Charlie

Hitchhiking to OFF Day 3 Packing up the gear is becoming a routine now. Before us lay a 45 min hike to get across the highway and on a gas station that went towards Copenhagen. We were greeted by some horses along the way and had wonderful views of the danish countryside. This day should be the end of getting the same ride with two people. Frist ride however was Alan who took Fidel and Me towards Odense. Alan is half danish, half American, works at a brick company and solves customer complaints. When I asked him what he likes doing, he answered: Taking naps with his younger child, telling us that it’s easier to become a dad when you’re younger. He dropped us off at a premium spot to go towards Copenhagen, yet hours later we couldn’t catch a ride together. It was hot, I was frustrated because I wasn’t used to waiting for a ride longer than 30min and finally agreed to send Fidel ahead with a truck driver that went into Copenhagen. 10 min later I had a ride myself with Brenda a nice lady who came back from Jutland through Fyn to go home to Sjælland. Since I was in a car and Fidel in a truck it didn’t take long until we passed them, putting a smug on my face. Fortunately or unfortunately, however one may see it, Brenda didn’t go all the way to Copenhagen which and dropped me off at a small but sweet Rastplats near Slagelse. Within two minutes I had met Francis and Nadine, a couple from Le Mans, France who were taking their camper van up north to visit the north cape. When I heard they were going across the Øresund bridge and around Malmö, I decided to cancel the plan of going into Copenhagen for the night and instead continue my journey towards Oslo. I had the chance to freshen up my French and left their car close to Helsingborg with an apple, a banana, a baguette avec fromage and many best wishes for my journey. I was in flow now, because I was finishing my baguette in Artirs car. He was going to visit a girl in Halmstad, and happy to take me along the way. He works for his families business which also did something with bricks and was on the phone with the girl he was about to visit for most of the drive which felt kinda odd. I was getting hungry when he dropped me off, so I went into the gas station and asked for anything that was about to be trashed. Turns out the guy trashed two Pizzas 15 min ago and was able to resurface 3 slices, which were still warm and tasted perfectly. With a filled stomach and a smile on my face I met John, who wore a dirty hoody and gave me some PewDiePie Vibes. He was driving a truck all the way to Kungsbacka and happy to take me. I slowly watched the sun set over the highway while sourcing options for potential sleeping spots that night. Neither seemed perfect, so when John offered me to take me to a gas station that was on the highway towards Gothenburg I willingly agreed. At this gas station the story turns a little more crazy, read about it in Part 4.

Hitchhiking to OFF I’m in Oslo now. I’ve had one of the best showers in my life earlier and I am happy to lay in a cozy bed. The last 48h were adventurous. Day 2 Let’s zoom back to Hamburg, Germany. We woke up, packed our stuff went back to the highway and relatively quickly met Rico. He took us about 1h further north, while talking about his job, shitcoin investments, and daughter. For his age, in which most men turn towards cynicism he was surprisingly optimistic and gave us words of encouragement to continue on our journey and make the world a better place. Next gas station, next challenge. Finding a ride for two people is twice the fun, but also takes twice the time, which equals twice the amount of rejections. It was hot outside and I almost wanted to give up and make a siesta, when Erik a guy in his 60s or 70s with a VW bus in his 40s or 50s decided to give us a lift across the danish border. He was going to board the sailing boat of a friend in Sonderburg and therefore dropped us off right after the border, before turning east. I was never ever, and I’ve tramped a lot, at a gas station for so long (although it might be topped in part 3). We asked hundreds of cars. People had the weirdest excuses. And after hours we were getting frustrated and I was asking myself if the universe had cursed us. At a point I was sure of it, because for 1h not a single car pulled into the station. Turns out there was a big accident and they blocked the highway. Anyways, we were saved by two cute danish mums, Bregitte and Christina, who are working for an Art Museum in Esbjerg. They talked about the streetart festival they are organizing and were eager to learn about bitcoin, while analyzing the pictures of my actions. We were glad to make it to Kolding that day and since I knew a place to sleep there from last year, that’s where we headed. We looted the forest around our hut for firewood and the gas station for leftovers and enjoyed the evening besides a campfire heating up buns that couldn’t be sold over the day. The night was peaceful and the noise from the highway the night before was now replaced by barking deers and the crackling fire.

Tales of a wise rabbit: Hitchhiking to OFF. @npub1xcvx...l5j5 and me packed our stuff in the morning, ate a big bowl of oatmeal to fill our stomachs for an adventurous day and headed off to the bus that would bring us towards the highway. Our best worst idea of the day, was buying a bunch of tabaco to trade for favors in Norway, after we decided to stop smoking yesterday evening. A pack worth 10k sats here costs 50k sats in Norway. Our first ride was with Omar and his son Alan. We hastily boarded their car, because the lights were about to turn green and Germans don’t like to be held from driving recklessly. 10 min later we were at the first gas station and happy we made it there before 13:12. Unfortunately no one would take us for some time, because either to scared, to full or different direction, until we met Oliver. Oliver owns a bar in Münster and was on his way back home from a road-trip along Rhine and Mosel. His Oldtimer Cabrio had just the amount of space left for the two of us. The next 1,5h I was meditating in the back seat while having a hurricane blowing through my hair. Oliver’s friend, a Bitcoin Maxi, influenced him to stack sats, which we supported with glee. Before we parted, we took pictures, because Oliver said no one at home would believe his story. We waited for roughly 30 min until we met Gregor. Gregor owns a business that repairs and upcycles medical equipment. We spoke about Liberty, empowering the individual and portfolio theory. Just before Bremen he dropped us of handing each of us a fiat token of appreciation. Yes, you can ride with people for free and get paid for it. At the next gas station we met a danish couple again, who were really surprised to see us again, since we asked them before if they were heading north, unfortunately their Mercedes was full with wine from their vacation in France. In order to find a ride asap, Fidel and I shared responsibilities. One at the gas station, the other at the restaurant. And while I was trying to convince some Dutch people to play a little more Tetris with their luggage to fit us, Fidel was waving at me from inside Nils car. Nils works as a firefighter at Düsseldorf Airport and was going north of Hamburg to visit his girlfriend. Jackpot. Getting around huge cities isn’t easy, but Nils was our ride towards the gates of Scandinavia. He dropped us off at Holmmoor and we tried to continue our journey until we gave up around sunset. We asked some locals for good spots to crash for one night, they couldn’t help us, but Ramon gave us fiat tokens to buy beers/or food. We saved some food/leftovers from the restaurant of the gas station and started to look for a suitable spot to spend the night. We didn’t have to search for long, and found shelter in a cute little hut, that has hunting vibes, overseeing the neighborhood.

Cabrio Vibes 🏎️💨💨💨

On my way hitchhiking towards Oslo today. Anyone willing to sponsor a ticket for Oslo Freedom Forum? @HRF lnbc758900n1p4p2ctxpp5dqnm3sgxx3xdqct75y4d7t5def7en5eng58vm3jcf2ez9au6u06sdp82pshjgr5dusyymrfde4jq4mpd3kx2apq24ek2uscqzpuxqrwzqsp5xwqadg60f7vqjhew9te92cwf5lxt7s4uktj4g6jpedpqnvfeq6ms9qxpqysgqw5yeyjufhshwl9aqnyr9pmunh3eqsk3q5atjlurq0ydqx88wcz75e90dz494te09983t2fks73r836uxsfac6dgd5mvvujvmhjue9tqqzepvu0

Week 148 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. This week I became a living statue for property rights in front of institutionalized oppression.

People of #Nostr, Do your magic and connect me with Danish Bitcoiners in the Copenhagen area. I’ll be coming through by the end of the month and would love to connect nodes. 🧡