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. @Fidel 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. 🧡

Hey #Nostr, I’ve updated my lighting address to okihas@bitrefill.me so all your zaps will be used feeding myself and supporters during my actions through @Bitrefill. Send a test #zap to make sure the rebellion can bloom.

Week 147 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Another week of encouraging my fellow humans to take a leap of faith and exit the matrix they were born into.

Week 146 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Today’s action was delayed by an hour because I missed the bus while talking to @Transatlantika , who’s hiking across germany. Check out his project here:

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He immediately onboarded to #Nostr, I invite you guys to introduce him to the concept of #Zaps. During my action I was visited by @Laila J. who brought Cashews and Mate and was eager to take today’s action pictures.

Anxious Avoidant Escalation Loop When my glow disappears, And I’m facing my fears, When I‘m sitting in my abandoned cave, And withhold myself from the FEEling I so much crave. When my vision isn’t clear, and people are there but no one is near, When every song that I randomly hear, Makes me shed a crocodile tear. When I sit through the nights trying to find out what went wrong. Why the person I loved is suddenly gone? Was I too much or just not enough? When did it shift from smooth into rough? What have I missed? Didn’t you feel the magic every time that we kissed? Then I think that if I was really regarded, I wouldn’t have been just used and discarded. I know I’m not perfect, but I know that I’ve tried. I miss reading you stories to calm us at night. Next morning I woke up, no connection in sight. When I tried to repair, you wanted to fight. Until I whatever I did, it didn’t feel right. The trauma bond lay beyond our might. It hurts, it stings, but I’ll be alright. Some time has passed since you’ve gone away. I still wake up missing you – every day. I guess some part of you will always stay, the one that sends miracles along my way. The FEEling is fading it‘s the beginning of may. Here are the things I never dared to say: I really wanted to make babies with you. I was scared by the fact that you worked for the taboo. Because if you get paid to lie professionally, what would keep you from lying to me? I guess thats where I started distrusting you. Because you did lie to me, and blamed me for being honest with you. I hated the feeling of being rejected. When you just hung up the phone I felt disrespected. I know I was part of it, but it wasn’t all me, non violent communication of needs and boundaries — this is the key to increase our depth of emotional capacity. I never saw it as a game of you vs. me. And by shifting blame, we can never break free. I guess I felt blamed, which made me ashamed, because the way I saw me, I was holding the key. I tried to exhaustion to unlock your heart and within that process mine broke apart. I guess if we could reset and restart, my key unlocks mine, and you do your part. Though through it all I loved you deeply, No matter if angry or worried or sleepy, I wish I could have shared more core memories with you. But I guess you didn’t feel like that too. Now I’m here in my castle where I can finally rest. I hope you’ll find someone that passes the test. After all the pain I have been through, I still wish you the best. How do I feel now? I guess I feel blessed. Reclaiming Infinite Peace

Week 145 with #SaturdaysForSatoshi. Another action in the european banking capital, working on becoming the urban legend, that fought the Goliath with nothing but a whiteboard, music, patience and orange vibes. I’ll be back.

After stacking up on Cashews and Mate in the morning, I got an early visit by the cops. ECB wants to charge me for trespassing (again) which is incredibly ridiculous. They are so fragile, imagine what would happen if 1000 Bitcoiners showed up. In the afternoon I got visited by Penny and Fontes who stayed longer than me to discuss #Bitcoin with some other interested passerby’s. If you wanna put a smile on my face, you #boost or #zap this note.

GM #Nostr Anyone willing to sponsor snacks and drinks for today’s action? lnbc210u1p5lxgvypp5xw899xxzz3pna5wxlx0pr73vw9a4stmdr6ryaj5elxz68ktmma0sdp82pshjgr5dusyymrfde4jq4mpd3kx2apq24ek2uscqzpuxqrwzqsp5rwzlrgaahsg0hjl8zxet9pwn27ctqhu3p7pgh767gw5yn2er3e0q9qxpqysgqsyxh73ldcl3mynujyt2x2r84eyx4mrgrcc9tenfj0tl4v5y98carvvsz20fx9vka5ce7gkcf5yvw8qeqme2yhd8z0q9lmr587dqv4hspwgmvd9

Absolutes Siegesparade heute!

Another day of direct action at the European Central Bank comes to an end. I’m particularly proud of today’s sign, especially my caterpillar friend, who cannot be satisfied. I played chess with @Fidel while strategizing how to beat the banksters.

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