Day 11 at the ECB. What a day it’s been. I’ve been a little late for today’s shift, because I had to buy new markers, sadly I couldn’t find orange ones. But I arrived at perfect time to start my shift at 13:12. Cop encounters counter moves up to 4 now. I was still writing my sign when I was approached by Tamara, a journalist from HR, which is the local media outlet. She wanted to shoot some Instagram content and asked a few questions to get more insight into my reasoning. Time flew by and my friend Fidel brought his chair again, so he took today’s message to the heart and didn’t fall for the scare tactics the authorities tried to use against him yesterday. We talked to some plebs and passerby’s. Also Jürgen, and Charles from the ECB were there for some time. I asked Jürgen for the photos that we took earlier this week, but he said he deleted them, because he said that he didn’t like his looks. I asked if the sign (Never trust a cartel bankster) was triggering too much cognitive dissonance, to which he replied:"Yeah maybe" Charles works on Mica regulation and tried to sell Fidel and me the upsides of the digital euro, which is basically trying to wreck Visas and Mastercards payment infrastructure monopoly. After they left easy sat down for some time with a couple of questions regarding globalization and freedom. Honestly it’s hard to keep track of everything that happens, because it’s just so much and the days wash into each other a bit. Once the sun set behind the skyline, the space gets more crowded. I got some solidarity from the climate justice movement in form of Heike and Michael who were curious and courageous enough to drop by and hear a different perspective on #Bitcoin then what they would read in newspaper headlines. A private equity banker who had worked for Rothschild stopped for some time to discuss perfect portfolio allocation. He thinks bitcoin is a pyramid scheme. Let him. Lisa brought the best falafel in town. Cops tried to say we’re an assembly, but left after a couple minutes without making trouble. My social media manager Max showed up and showed us the Reels and TikToks he had cut from the days before. My TikTok experiment died the day it was born, because I just fucking hate it, and won’t sell my integrity for cheap clout. But I’m okay if others use it and publish content there, guess it’s a decentralized approach to not get censored on a centralized platform. Great times, orange vibes start to compound, we’re slowly but surly widening the glitch in the matrix.