I've always hated those classic lines like: “If you had bought Bitcoin in 2011, you’d be a millionaire today.” Or worse: “If you had invested €100 in Bitcoin instead of going out to dinner…” But seriously, what’s the point? You can play that game with anything: Apple stock, real estate in Berlin, Basquiat paintings, even Panini football stickers. It’s always easy to look back and do the math with hindsight. Too bad that’s not how life works. The truth is: you didn’t do it. And obsessing over it now doesn’t help. It doesn’t teach you anything, it doesn’t bring you closer to understanding Bitcoin, and it definitely doesn’t motivate you to start. It’s like standing at the tracks staring at a train that already passed, forgetting that another one might be on the way. But there’s one thing I do love about all-time highs. For once, it feels like everyone holding Bitcoin is winning together. Whether you bought ten years ago or yesterday. No one is “down.” No one “bought too high.” (Except maybe the ones who sold too early, but oh well 😬) It feels like a collective reward. A quiet little moment of “you made it.” A small pat on the back for your patience. A whisper saying: “You’re not alone. You’re not crazy. You’re still here." And let’s be honest, a bit of satisfaction for all the times they didn’t believe in you. 🩷 So, good job whoever is holding some sats!

Misogynist Bitcoiners need to face a simple truth: they’re helping build something that will break the power structures they rely on. That’s why more women will benefit from Bitcoin. they’re half the population, often excluded, and finally getting real access. Cry harder ❤️

It may be that we pay 10,000 sats for a pizza this year (depending on where you live). If we rename the sats to bitcoin, we will all pay 10,000 bitcoin for a pizza. We are all Laszlo. ❤️

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I don’t trust people who don’t like this

Gm. Banks open 9 to 5. Bitcoin opens 24/7. Which one sounds like the future?

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GM ☀️

Instead of tearing down the past, Campari chose to preserve its historic building and built the new headquarters around it. A rare gesture of respect and timeless class. True elegance is knowing where you come from. Cheers 🍷

My home town ❤️

I grew up with the idea that politics should not be discussed. As if having a political opinion was like supporting a football team, something that automatically made you the enemy of someone else. As if it were something dirty. A bit like money. But the truth is that you can’t live your life without doing politics. Not talking about politics is politics. It’s accepting the status quo. And what’s so wrong about saying what you want for yourself? About saying who you wish could lead your country? We ended up where we are also because they turned into taboos everything that actually gives people real power: money, politics, freedom. Today 25 April in Italy we celebrate the liberation from fascism. And I keep wondering how it was possible that so many people stayed silent during those years. Were they afraid? Were they convinced it wasn’t their problem? And would we really act differently if faced with the same injustices? I wonder if we would have the strength to speak up when something becomes too big, too dangerous to denounce. Maybe we already are. Because groups like ours are already a form of resistance. Against something that has already become too big, too oppressive, too exclusive: the financial system. Our grandparents fought against physical violence. We are fighting against economic violence. And it can be just as brutal. Because if we don’t have the freedom to earn, keep, and spend money without permission, we are not free. Bitcoin is our way of resisting. And this community is our way of keeping the spirit of freedom alive. Every generation must find its own way to defend it. Happy Liberation Day, Bitcoin Bitches.

There’s something that’s been bothering me for a while. To some 'Bitcoiners', I’m not 'Bitcoin' enough as if that’s even a real thing. Like being called progressive or feminist is supposed to be an insult. LOL. And then every time I go back in my hometown, like last night, I get called a conspiracy theorist. Even for talking about the most basic bitcoin stuff (like the fact that dollars is not pegged by gold) 😭 and this happens a looot even on my social media The truth is that nothing messes with your head like realizing that EVERYTHING you’ve been told about one of the most fundamental things (money) was wrong… and THEN suddenly finding yourself surrounded by people who also question the moon landing and whether sunscreen is even useful 🥲 But let me tell you something. And I’m saying this to myself too. It’s fine. It’s all fine. People are always trying to put you in a box. You’re either woke or delusional, feminist or comunist, sheep or lunatic. The financial system is a huge scam yes, but I don't question literally everything else. I drink wine and eat carbs on a daily basic and fuck yeah. The truth is, I live in the middle. And I’m OK with that. I absolutely love my life the way it i. Being in the middle is what makes me human. It’s what allows me to see nuance. It’s what makes life richer, messier, and full of meaning. Also, I'm surrounded be so many and SO DIFFERENT people, I could never close myself up in my own world or diet. I don't know in which point you are in this bitcoin journey but don’t be afraid to stand in between. Between two fires, two colors, two truths. Because that’s exactly where things start to make sense.

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GM everyone except for people who text you 'can I ask you something' instead of asking the actual thing

Last night we had our monthly @Bitcoin Bitches meetup in Milan, Italy We used to have a fixed spot for the meetup, a place that accepted Bitcoin but it recently shut down. So we found a new one. It’s this old music shop that’s recently turned into a wine and food bar. Kind of a magical place, actually. Also, the food and wine are.... perfection 🫶 The owner accepts Bitcoin… but he’s not excited about it. He doesn’t really get it, and honestly, it feels like paying him in sats or with Paypal makes zero difference to him. His friend put him place on 'btcmap.org', downloaded him 'Wallet of Satoshi' and I was his first transaction two months ago. The old bar owner was totally into it, you could feel the vibe. This guy? You get the feeling he’d rather be paid in cash. SO WHO'S BETTER? I mean, of course it’s more satisfying to support people who are excited about Bitcoin. They usually give you a smile, sometimes even a discount. But the truth is, Bitcoin is a payment system, not a religion. It’s not supposed to feel like a revolution for everyone. And if we keep waiting for ideology to win people over, we’ve probably already lost. That’s not how this works. This guy has no idea how to convert his sats into euros, and I actually told him not to bother. One transaction a month? Just keep them. One day, while his euros buy him half of what they used to, his Bitcoin might quietly be worth more. That’s how you get orange-pilled sometimes, by accident. In the end, I kind of like this pragmatic approach. Sometimes at conferences I’m overwhelmed by people who changed their friends, their diets, their mindset, everything for Bitcoin… and honestly, I think we’d be better off looking at it with colder eyes. More clarity, less noise. So let me ask you: Would you pay in Bitcoin at a place where they don’t care about Bitcoin at all, or do you prefer to support only the enthusiasts?

I made a mistake during my Bitcoin lecture last week in the university of Bologna. One I’m not going to repeat. I assumed something. And I shouldn’t have. Since I was talking about my job, I told the students that a big part of it is debunking myths around Bitcoin... You know, the usual stuff: Bitcoin is a Ponzi, it’s going to zero, it’s killing the planet. I built like 15 slides for this. I was ready to fight. Ready to debunk every single one of them, one by one. So I asked them: “What’s something negative you’ve heard about Bitcoin?” Silence. No one raised their hand. No one mentioned pollution. No one said anything about volatility or scams. These were 22 years old, curious, open-minded, and genuinely there to learn. They didn’t have myths to unlearn. So there I was, spending the next 20 minutes talking about gas flaring, carbon-negative mining, and all the reasons Bitcoin is not what “they” say it is. But “they,” in this case, didn’t even exist. The only person bringing up those narratives was me. And that’s when it hit me. All these years in the Bitcoin scene have trained my brain to always be on the defensive. To expect resistance. To anticipate criticism. And that mindset slowly killed a part of the joy I used to feel when I first learned about Bitcoin. Back then, no one had told me it was bad. I just found it exciting, revolutionary, empowering. My brain wasn’t busy filtering negative takes it was busy being amazed. That beginner’s energy, that childish awe, that sense of discovering something precious, it’s something I want to reconnect with. I don’t want to be the person who walks into a room full of open minds and immediately starts talking about the bad things people say. I want to talk about freedom from banks and government, creativity, women empowerment, potential. I’m not saying I’ll stop responding to critics when necessary. But I want to stop assuming that everyone is a critic. There are way more people out there who are just curious, interested, open to learning, than there are loud contrarians I’ll never change the mind of anyway. From now on, I want to speak to the curious ones. Not the ghosts in my head.

I am 28 years old and have a wonderful life, a partner I love, amazing friends, in a city I love, a great job, bitcoin has supported me financially. How many like me?