Poor proteins have literally invented and nourished civilization for thousands of years

Hehe that means only one place

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Where am I

Sometimes, it’s all about a pen. The other day, after work, I went to the beach. I brought everything: towel, sand mat, fruit, water, my beach pillow, and my crossword booklet. Usually, I take a quick swim, then I do 30–40 minutes of crosswords. Then I head back home. Nice, right? So. I lay everything out: mat, towel, myself. I reach for the pen andwait. No pen. No pen?! Now, I’m not trying to be dramatic, but the whole plan was based on that pen. How do I do the crossword with no pen? I remember I used it the night before to write in my agenda and didn't put it back. 😭 What now? Go back home? But I know myself. If I go back, I won’t come back. So I stay. But I’m annoyed (no, I don’t want to use my phone. I work online all day, I don't want to stare at a screen on the beach too). I keep looking. And I find it! not my pen, but a pen. One that had already been left there (the beauty of being messy!) That one pen unlocked everything I had prepared. Without it, the whole setup was kinda useless. It made me think about tech. About tools. Sometimes, you have everything. But you’re missing just one tiny piece. And you don’t even realize it... until you do. Sometimes, “the pen” is a computer. Sometimes it’s a skill. Sometimes it’s a website. Sometimes it’s a Bitcoin account. Small things unlock big moves. Don’t underestimate what one tool can do. You have no idea how many entrepreneurs are stuck because their payment system sucks. How many people think they’re not successful... just because they’re selling their services in their hometown instead of to the world. You don’t know how powerful your skills could be in the digital world. You don’t need a massive library. Sometimes, all you need is a pen. Or an account. Or an idea. What’s your pen?

Vongola

It was a very very dirty evening

Wonka ❤️

- updated bitchat - used #geohash - found a group of italians sending 8=====D we’re unstoppable

Bitcoiners who think you need to eat raw liver to ‘make it’ meanwhile I’m stacking sats eating tiramisu

What I love about Bitcoin is that I, a 28 yo girl from a small Italian town have the same opportunity as a Harvard Business School graduate working at Wall Street. No special permissions. Just a game where for once the rules are the same for everyone. It heals my soul.

Sometimes it feels like we’re losing a war without even realizing it. In the Middle Ages, cities built walls to defend themselves, to keep out those who wanted to enter and plunder. Those walls were the boundary between security and vulnerability. Today, the boundaries have shifted into the digital space. But instead of building walls, we are the ones literally opening the doors. We hand over the keys voluntarily, giving away all our information just to have Alexa read us the horoscope or an app to entertain the cat. This war is no longer fought with weapons, but with data and information. And not only are we fighting it defenseless, we don’t even realize it’s happening because we still haven’t understood that privacy is our new wall.

I have friends who pay €200 a month for a bag but won’t invest €30 in something that can buy them ten bags 💔

So I googled my symptoms and it turns out I just hate banks

A man who can cook >>>>> a fit man

I like my sea crystal clear and my money censorship-resistant.