Hi there, I need to book a flight and would like to use some BCH for it. I found a thread here where Cheapair and Destinia were mentionned. However, Destinia proposes only economy class (and as it is a long distance travel, economy isn't an option) and Cheapair only seems to accept BTC. Maybe there are other options out there ? Also, if one knows other possibilities to book hotels, it would be valuable info. Thank you.
First of all, i want to say Sorry, because i use computer interpeter for text of my book. English isn't native language for me. I can talk with you guys, but text is really difficult to translate manually. This book about near future in Russia. Sometimes it's full of stereotypes and some manners which are hard to understand for people from USA, Europe and ohter world. Almost everything creations in cyberpunk jenre starting like it's actually happened. In 30\* year or so. No one talks how it started. I try to do it. Hope that U will like it.* Thanks! Have a nice day! p.s. I'm always in touch on twitter, facebook and etc. Actually since yesterday on Patreon, Lol.
Anonymity is an impersonal property by the meaning of the adjective; lack of individuality, originality.
I would like to be born earlier, say, in the eighties and nineties, and somewhere in Europe or the USA. The point is not that I am not a patriot, but that it was at this time that progress made leaps and bounds all over the world, it was then that the concept of "globalization" became a symbol of the word "progress". No joke, the flourishing of car production, a breakthrough in aircraft construction, the beginning of the computer era ... Of course, the Soviet Union took an active part in this, only there is a significant factor that would not allow me to enjoy the above to the fullest. The union died in 1991 and hard times came for the inhabitants of the entire post-Soviet space. I could only stand on the sidelines of all this, remembering the first Nintendo, SEGA, PC and other things that were attributes of the life of adolescents in those days. We were shoved from blue screens, as a given, that everywhere and the grass is greener than the trampled parking lot in front of the house, and the sun shines somewhere brighter there. The corridors of the educational building of the institute, in which I studied since 2020, looked more like the ruins of an ancient civilization. On the walls there were many portraits of scientists from past years, those who seriously looked at students who did not know what they want from life and why they went to a technical university at all. With the advent of the Internet to the general public, everyone decided that now you can learn from any corner of the world, read books and perform other useful activities. What actually happened? But in fact, people bare all their vices, the traffic of sites with 18+ content is much higher than that of a site with physical and technical content, which is remembered when writing term papers or theses. The group of students standing in front of room 203 was no exception. If you look at them from the outside, you can understand what this passage about sites of a narrow focus was about. Here is Maxim, he is dressed in tight trousers, a purse hangs on his shoulder, the key to a fresh BMW is in his hand, next to him is a pretty girl in a skirt with a plaid and a white blouse. She smells of some kind of perfume, from which the nose clogs up and the eyes begin to water. She communicates with him, practically dumping her bust out, which he willingly uses. But why should he - a resident of the capital, who already in life everything worked out from the start, a girl from Ryazan province, who came to conquer Moscow - is unclear. First of all, it is not clear to Kirill and Mishka, the two ringleaders of the group, they live in the same room in a hostel and come to the institute in broken-down Zhiguli car. How many years have passed, and these piles of iron still plow the vastness of the universe. The guys do not boast about it, they work part-time in the delivery of pizza and sushi. The work is difficult in places, but if they are here, then they survived. They came from the Orenburg region in the hope of gaining a foothold here, who brought whom - we still need to think, but one thing I can say for sure, everyone needs friends, which means they will not be lost. They are standing with Vit'ka, a resident of the Moscow region, and therefore not in the hostel. The non-rubber dorms in Non-rubber city are beauty. And what he spends, like many of the group, two hours on the road, few people care. I stood in the corner and crammed notes. The rest of the group worried me a little, because I practically did not communicate with them, only on institutional matters. There were a total of twelve people, and in fact almost twenty heads were enrolled in the first year ... - Hey, Kit, look, - said Mishka, who came up to me, nodding at Max. - I don’t see what to look at,- I looked up from the notes for a second and again buried myself back. -She’ll strangle him with her airbags now,- he continued. - Well, at least then Maxim will die happy, I suppose. - It's already good to cram, the last exam. And then - final exams are handed over, and - freedom. Good already. You have everything on the ointment with the teacher, - Kirill jumped cheerfully. - On "ointment" does not mean that I will not have to answer questions and take the test part. And there is a commission from all over the department. - Listen, it's good to fill in, well, - Vitya joined us, - the whole department adores you. The one who needs to worry is her, - he nodded again at Max's interlocutor, - her whole brain will now fall out into the street, and by the age of thirty it will sag to the navel. It’s not the "same coat" now. - Not understood?! Have you checked, or what? - Mishka and Kirill responded in unison, bulging their eyes at Vitya. - What's the difference whether I checked it or not. I'm just as uninteresting to her as you two are, - He answered. - No, no, no, come on in more detail here, - said Mishka, folding his arms over his chest, which made his shirt start to crack at the seams. The guys got stronger from physical work. - Yes, a couple of years ago, I arrived at the institute in my aunt's car. She lives in Moscow, near Sadovoe ring, - began Vitya. - Well, I remember, she seems to have a Mercedes E-class. We rode at night, - with their conversation, they did tear me away from repeating the material. - Well, - he continued, - my aunt was leaving for Cyprus for two weeks to rest. She loves me, she cannot have children, so she spoils her nephew. So she said: "Here are the keys to the house, here are the keys to the car. Simple equipment is harmful." I already refused, but she did not accept objections. We rode with you on the third day, and at the end of the week, this madam approaches, - he nodded towards Max, - and it began, everything is the same, the chest is protruding, hints and so on. - And then what ?! - asked Kiril. - Next, I collected a scholarship, borrowed it from you, and went for a walk. And that, then it seemed to me, the girl is not bad. We went to Cafe, walked around Zaryadye guide-park. Word for word, we ended up at my aunt’s house, and I’m not taking her to my area. Well, that's all, as they say in the novels. - And the details? - put in Mishka, - Let's paint, otherwise we see the object, the fantasy works, but here it is. - There will be no details, I'm talking about the bed in the bed, where you can't get, Misha. I can only say that next week after, we did not get out of it. And then my aunt arrived, and I again returned to my mother in the village. And she said, "let's go for a drive, and let's go to you." Well, I said that I live in a village near Yegoryevsk. She even threatened to declare to write, they say, I forced her all week ... It's good that the threats remained so. - What are we going to do, Max is swimming, apparently, - I said, looking at how our friend's cheeks melt and his eyes grow cloudy. - Don't piss, Keith. Look here, - Mishka winked and confidently walked towards the couple. - Mishka, you would at least wash the dirt from under your nails!- Kirill shouted after him, to which he was sent with his middle finger over his shoulder. - Let's see how the matter ends, do not distract him, - I asked Kirill. It is worth making a digression here. Maxim was the son of the head of a department of some multinational corporation. He was not a typical daddy's son, he did not shine with intelligence, but he was not stupid either. He was also not a spoiled major. He dressed modestly, but tastefully, for the first two courses he took the metro, then moved with the help of his father to a second-hand German car. In the first year, we helped each other, all five, and on that one we became friends. When we could have tied a few lines of code together, Max's father started throwing hack for us. Also, he asked to help his younger talent. Who would have thought that from the fourth year the talent itself would be interested in everyone and the money of his father would be spent by all of us on a joint revelry, now in the hostel, then in the country. But we have postponed something. By the way, Max was always ashamed of his father's dachas and loved our simple dachas, in which there was nothing but a house and a bathhouse. And about the fact that we all slept - anywhere, I will not tell. The father gave Max a new car only the other day, when he realized that his son deserved a gift for the end. The death of Vitya's father brought us even closer, it seems, in his third year ... His father was a strong man who himself left the city closer to the earth. He started a household and so on ... We turned out to be the healthiest foreheads, and carried the coffin to the cemetery. It so happened that he and his mother had few loved ones, and even those old people. Oncology did not ask whom to pick up. Vitya did not live with his aunt, although she always had a room ready for him. He told her: "Who will I leave my mother to?" So we were friends with our five all the time. In the meantime, Mishka confidently approached the couple, taxied behind Max, shook him by the shoulders, said something, which made Madame's face turn red, and this could be seen even through the foundation, and now they already walked towards us. - Grandmaster, not otherwise, - Kiril said on exhalation. - I suggest everyone go out for a smoke, - I said as the guys approached, and we headed for the stairs. So we, with our motley company, migrated to the entrance to the educational building. The big sign "NO smoking" got an ashen smiley with a mustache, beard, and who was not so cultured, painted what is usually painted on fences in the village. In general, the spirit of student unity was evident here as well. We lit a cigarette with our friendly company. - Well, what, the last exam, eh?- I began. - Yes, finally, and then already tired, the sun is outside, girls in skirts, and we are sitting here, - picked up Max. - Yeah, is it you who fell for the skirt, or just got confused? - I poked him. - Yes, she came, word for word, so, chatter about nothing, and I see that she constantly props her chest with her hands, but the look itself fell there, - Maxim began to make excuses. - Yeah, and when the bodice is removed and stops propping up, I guarantee that you will want to put a basin, as if from a drink. This good will fall, like the bitcoin rate in tenths, and everything will end either with a wedding on a fake pregnancy, or you will pay off so that she does not apply for you, - Vitya continued. - And how do you know, Vitos? You're still a quiet one. Probably, he didn't even hold on to the handle, - Maxim tried to continue the excuse. - The best defense is offense? - Kirill interjected. - Hush, Kir. Max, just the same with her and held on to the handle. Remember the third year, when we rode in my aunt's car. - Let's say. I remember. - So she was gone for two weeks, and we drank one. The second week I was busy with her, or rather, she suggested it herself, and I did not refuse. I ended up borrowing money from you in order to pay off her. As I remember, a shiver breaks through. - So you said that on a wheelbarrow, which he threw as soon as he bought, - Max refused to believe. - As you understand, I didn't buy a car, but paid Madame for services, - Vityok involuntarily grimaced. - Oh, - Max realized, - I apologize, and thanks for the warning. I just lacked the Ryazan milkmaid. - Do not forget about saggy tits, - added Mishka. - Yes, Ryazan milkmaid with sagging tits, - repeated Max and threw out the cigarette butt. We followed suit and returned to the corridor. There were still a couple of minutes before the start of the exam, there were even more people, room 203 was an amphitheater, which made it possible to conduct exams for a large number of students. Organized groups of students crowded, according to my estimates, at least three, which means about fifty people. That's really, wholesale is cheaper. - So, gentlemen graduates! - the head of our department, a woman in years, but with an iron grip, and, moreover, an excellent teacher, came out of the office. - I ask you to take seats in the audience. We are located on the same row, all of our five. As per the precepts, not far, but not close to the commission. If you sit close - you will be in plain sight as a crammer, if from behind - as a gouge. The tactics were working, the answer cheats were prepared in paper, jammers were knocking out the Internet and all kinds of wireless headphones. White noise was reproduced in the headphones, but our Galya (Ryazan milkmaid) was not ready for such a scenario, and upon switching on she began to look around the audience helplessly. We did not gloat, but we did not deprive ourselves of moral satisfaction. Sweating over the ticket, I wondered, what will happen after school? I didn’t understand at all why I was going to become a programmer. I studied a little, something and somehow, but do I see myself in the profession ??? Not sure. Okay, war will tell the plan. I quickly wrote answers to three out of four questions, thought for a long time, but did not win. Okay, one more four, one less. Kiril and Mishka tensed, their foreheads were covered with sweat, but they write something tirelessly. The commission was already minding its own business and paid less attention to us. - Pssss, - Max shouted to me. - What? I replied in a whisper. - After the exam we are going to my village house, to have a carouse. And I do not want to know the refusal. Pass on. Dad threw off the SMS, I didn't have time to say. - So you wrote everything? - You offend! I got a favorite topic. And how many business card-sites we riveted, I will keep silent. So that. On this wonderful note, all students were asked to submit papers. Traditionally, only those with a controversial assessment were personally interviewed. None of our company got into this number, so we loaded into the Maxim's BMW and drove out the City. The Moscow heat, who has been, knows how hot it is in the megalopolis in summer, especially when the changed tiles get hot for the hundredth time, but the breeze is gone. We left the building happy and tired. The presentation of the diplomas was expected in a month, and today two B grades, A grade for Vitya and C grade for Kirill and Mishka. We went out, Max opened a pack of cigarettes that his father had brought him from Cuba, I think "Cohiba", knocked out a cigarette for everyone and gave them a light. Silently we dragged on simultaneously and headed to the car. - So, - Max said sternly, - we don't smoke inside! - I see, - we answered and finished smoking, standing near the apparatus. I sat in front, as the tallest, the rest of the guys were in the back. Mishka was unlucky most of all, he was pushed into the middle, consider that he rode more inconveniently and higher than all those present, and the village-house was already beyond Sergiev Posad. So from time to time on the hummocks our friend switched to falsetto, while the others enjoyed the ride. Father gave Max a five-sreies with many options in the cabin, but not a very voluminous engine, so that there was no desire to drive beyond measure. - Max, are we going to stop by the store? Is there meat, booze? - I asked when we drove onto the Yaroslavl highway, breaking through the Moscow traffic jams. - No, Dad organizes everything. For everyone. There are booze, meat, baths and other joys of life. The whole house is at our disposal, - Max answered calmly and the joyful hubbub of our comrades was heard from the back row. After some time, we drove into the woods, where we turned into an elite village. Someone lived here permanently, while someone here just had a summer residence. The father of our friend belonged to the second type of people. It's easier to do things when you live next to work and Moscow City is just a stone's throw away, then in general it is beyond praise. Max pressed a button and the gate obediently slid to the side. - Wow, a house, - drawled Mishka. - Wow. I saw this in the picture, and even then not often, - Kira echoed. - And you would pay more attention to common girls when my father called us to celebrate the launch of their product on the market, - Max answered. - So you were here? - Yes, we were once, - I answered. - Uh-huh, - said Vityok. There was something to be surprised at. A two-story European-style mansion among trees, with a large veranda on which stood a heavy oak table and chairs. There was also a tennis court at some distance. There was a large garage and a barbecue corner on site. In front of the house there is a lawn with various conifers. Before leaving the car, we smelled the smell of meat. - Apparently, the father of his cook asked to cook everything, so you guys won't be able to leave hungry, - Max began, getting out from behind the wheel. - So we were not going to !! - he heard the chorus from behind, and we left the ship. We decided to go through the house, washing our hands along the way. Heavy oak planks didn't even think to creak when we fell out of the house. These are not modern plastic boards that prick and knock, while crackling like a Chinese bouncy. We went to the table, on which there were already salads, an aperitif was poured into the glasses. We drank. - And what is this sweet muck? - Mishka responded. - This is an aperitif, served before meals, so that you want to crackle more, Mish, - Maxim answered. - Is it like - beer before vodka? Got it, - Kirill responded. - Okay, I propose to start our celebration, otherwise, you never know, you will take whiskey for used oil, - Maxim continued as the owner. - Young people. I am glad to welcome you! - a man in a cook's jacket appeared and began to tell us what dishes were on the table. In addition to the Greek salad, there was a warm tuna salad, and some other appetizers, the names of which I did not remember. From his speech, only Max understood the names, and we sat with our mouths open. Well, Vitya and I understood something, but Kirill and Mishka were sitting, frankly with the lower jaw on the floor. - He's not cursing now? - asked Cyril when the cook left. - No, he told me what was on the table and what would be on the hot. So, if I were you, I would pour it already, graduates! - So we will pour! - Mishka took a bottle of Chivas, poured himself, - Who else? he asked briskly. - Give it to me, - Kiril answered, for which he received his glass of whiskey. - No, I'm white wine,- Vitya replied, taking a bottle of semi-dry wine. - I thought there were no girls among us! - Mishka responded with a challenge. - Misha, don't get to the bottom of him, I'll have vodka and juice myself, so as not to fly to the first space flight ahead of time, - I interjected. - Let's have a drink already, otherwise you are pouring for three hours, - Max finished the squabble with a glass of vodka. - For the passed certification! The owner of the house raised toast after toast, we ate dishes on both cheeks. To say that it was delicious is to say nothing, it was wonderful! The funniest thing was to look at Mishka and Kirill, who for the first time saw tuna not in a can, but in a salad, and it was also pink in color. Then the salads were replaced by meat, rack of lamb, ribs in sauce, steaks and various grilled vegetables. Freshly cooked fries teased with flavor ..
Cryptocurrencies are confusing for the average and many of those who might have thought about having a cryptocurrency faced a question – “What am I to do with it?”. In fact, the answer is easy enough to come up with, as the cryptocurrencies are gradually being implemented into many areas of our life – you can buy goods with it, pay for your college, support charities, send to friends and family or even travel into space! by StealthEX Yes, most of the places where you can trade crypto coins are online but anyway it’s good to know that your cryptocurrency is not just an investment with the potential increase in value, it is an actual currency you can spend. Today let’s map out a bunch of peculiar use cases:
Get a new passport.
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Get paid for posting content
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Buy a Lambo
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In case a crypto-owner wants to dip their toes into less volatile assets, they would probably choose gold or silver. At different metal dealers and advisors like GoldSilver, BitPanda Metals, Vaultoro, JM Bullion, etc. you can use cryptocurrency to buy gold coins and other precious metals. In fact, you can use crypto to buy currency. Sadly, such platforms and marketplaces are available far not everywhere in the world, but as the adoption of crypto goes fast, there is a reason to hope that things will change soon. And remember if you need to exchange your coins StealthEX is here for you. We provide a selection of more than 250 coins and constantly updating the list so that our customers will find a suitable option. Our service does not require registration and allows you to remain anonymous. Why don’t you check it out? Just go to StealthEX and follow these easy steps: ✔ Choose the pair and the amount for your exchange. For example BTC to ETH. ✔ Press the “Start exchange” button. ✔ Provide the recipient address to which the coins will be transferred. ✔ Move your cryptocurrency for the exchange. ✔ Receive your coins. Follow us on Medium, Twitter, Facebook, and Reddit to get StealthEX.io updates and the latest news about the crypto world. For all requests message us via [email protected]. The views and opinions expressed here are solely those of the author. Every investment and trading move involves risk. You should conduct your own research when making a decision. Original article was posted onhttps://stealthex.io/blog/2020/08/18/unexpected-ways-to-spend-your-crypto/
I’ve been losing sleep. I don’t think I’m particularly special in that regard, I think everyone has been losing sleep these days. A global pandemic tends to do that to people. Yet the thing that has been keeping me awake isn’t the virus. I’ve been losing sleep over an old couch I once crossed paths with. It’s been eight years, I want to believe that I’ve put the past behind me, but being locked in a house for a couple of weeks has made it impossible to not dwell on the past. The memory of the couch started off as a fleeting thought over my morning coffee, but as days have turned into weeks that memory has grown into a distinct vision of madness. What I saw during those three drunken nights in December of 2012 has become an unavoidable part of reality. I can’t rest until I process it. So since we have a nice little Internet campfire going here I figured I would tell you guys a story. Hopefully it will let me put this whole part of my past to rest and maybe it will take your mind off of what is happening outside. So kick back and let me tell you a tale of love and loss, of broken teenage hearts, of surviving in a crumbling world. Let me tell you a story about the couch that tried to seduce me. I was nineteen, hung-over and heartbroken. I was also stuck in a foreign country. Well, to call Estonia a foreign country would be a bit of a long shot, I had lived there for a good five years of my life. It was in Estonia that I lived out most of my teenage years. This was where I had smoked my first cigarette, had my first drink, fell in love for the first time. I was dragged in when I was thirteen by my parents; they had business in Tallinn and wherever they went I went. At eighteen, when my parent’s contracts ran out, I was forced back home. Their business with Estonia was done. Mine was not. By nineteen I was back. As soon as I got off the plane I turned my phone on and checked my messages. She didn’t write to me. My soul, positioned somewhere slightly above my abdomen, twitched in discomfort. It was a familiar twitch, I had felt it in the bus to the airport, I had felt it in the security check, I had felt it when I boarded the flight to Tallinn and as soon as I got off the plane the twitch was back with a vengeance. The discomfort I was feeling in my chest was a realization. It was the realization that I had emptied out most of my already slim bank account on a one-way ticket halfway across the continent to see my old high-school sweetheart who wasn’t interested in seeing me. It was the realization that as much as I consciously knew the trip was a bad idea, I couldn’t resist going. I dragged my feet towards the arrivals hall. When it became obvious that Saale was dodging my messages I panicked. There was no place for me to crash, I had no money for a flight, hell, I had no money for food. As I boarded the plane to Estonia I sent off a panicked text message to my old band-mate: ‘Made horrible mistake. Landing in Tallinn in three hours. Can I crash at yours?’ Within two minutes there was a reply: ‘OK. Will come with Maarja. See you soon.’ Karl wasn’t very chatty, but he was always there when needed. The two of them were waiting for me as soon as I walked out into the arrival hall. They barely changed. Karl was still a giant of man. His long hair had gotten longer and the beard he had rocked since seventeen had gotten thicker, the guy looked like Jesus on steroids if Jesus was really into heavy metal and wore glasses. Next to Karl stood Maarja, she wore a garish yellow coat. The pink streak in her hair she’d been so proud of back in middle school was pinker than ever. “JAAMEEES! YOU’RE BACK!” Maarja yelled in her high-pitched faux-English accent before nearly tackling me to the ground. “It’s been too long honey! Too long!” She hadn’t changed a bit since I left the country. Maarja was still a pint-sized bolt of energy. The two of them made for an odd couple. “Welcome back, Friend,” Karl said after Maarja was done squeezing me. He wasn’t one for physical contact, Karl settled on a simple pat on the shoulder that challenged my entire skeletal structure. The three of us made our way outside to catch a bus to the center. Even after living in Estonia for five years I still wasn’t used to the winters. As soon as we walked out into the sub-zero temperature I felt decidedly like a foreigner. We caught up on the small things while we waited for the bus. Karl and Maarja had officially moved in together, the band that Karl and me started up in high-school had broken up, Maarja was in the process of getting a bachelors degree of psychology and Karl was really into some crypto-currency stuff that went completely over my head. I couldn’t get much out of me; the cold was taking a real toll on my system. Whenever I opened my mouth to talk about my miserable little life I simply ended up chattering my teeth. As soon as we got on the bus I threw myself at the nearest heating vent. “So, James,” Maarja said as soon as we got on the bus, “You still talk to Saale?” When I turned away from the heater to face her she froze, “I mean, we don’t have to talk about, forget I asked.” “Do I look that bad?” While Maarja searched for a diplomatic answer Karl stepped in with his special brand of honesty, “You look very tired and unhappy.” “Well, I am happy to see you guys and I am excited to be here, but, yeah,” I decided to get the conversation out of the way, “We tried two months of long-distance, but Skype only gets you so far. Broke up in late July. After we split we agreed to not talk for a couple of months, to give each other some time to clear the system and all that. Keeping radio silence was hard at first but after a couple of weeks I started to get used to it. I was learning to live without her. Things were starting to straighten up, I even took a stab at dating but when the holidays rolled around the loneliness came back. On Christmas I figured I’d throw Saale a holiday message. She wrote back. We started chatting on a daily basis.” The bus bounced through my old neighborhood. Memories of my drunken youth jumped at me from every corner, most of those memories involved Saale. “Last night we got pretty drunk,” I continued, “Things got flirty. We started talking about what we would do if we weren’t half a continent away from each other. She mentioned her parents were out of town until the end of January on some sort of an anniversary trip. I offered to fly in. She told me I should. Now I’m here.” “She changed her mind?” Karl asked. “She didn’t think I was serious about flying over. Didn’t exactly check with her before I bought the ticket. She flipped out when I got it, told me to get a refund and then hung up on me when I insisted on meeting up. She hasn’t answered any of my messages since.” A part of me felt good to get the story out of my system but saying it out loud just added to the absurdity. I could have not bought the ticket, I could have gotten a refund, I could have not gotten on that plane. Everything could have been avoided, but nineteen year old me leaped at the opportunity for a grand romantic gesture like a hungry animal. “Very strange,” Karl finally said after considering my story. He shot a look over to Maarja, as if she was the ambassador to all women-kind, “Very strange, right?” Maarja shrugged. Maarja’s house was the crown jewel of my high-school social life. It was a three-apartment unit that was built at some point before the world wars. This place was old, as you would walk around the little apartment it would creak, but it made for a perfect party place. Maarja had inherited the apartment from her grandma at sixteen; the Estonians saw child rearing as a fairly independent process. If she couldn’t survive on her own at sixteen she probably couldn’t make it at thirty, a bit of responsibility would prepare her for the frigid world outside. Maarja used her newly found independence to throw the biggest house parties that the neighborhood had ever seen. Maarja’s place was perfect for booze filled gatherings. It was spacious enough to hold any drinking game we could dream up, there was a nice terrace for smoking and the neighbors were either deaf, completely apathetic about teenage drinking or both. As soon as the front door opened I was assaulted by memories. Visions of drunken nights on the floor of the living room, of hung-over mornings of the kitchen; the old apartment breathed with the past. For a split second a wave of gratitude for a youth well spent washed over me, but then I remembered that each of those fond memories had an element I wanted to block out. Most of the fun I had in the apartment had been with Saale by my side. Maarja and Karl still slept on an old mattress on the floor, the walls were still covered with cut outs of boy-bands that Maarja had stuck to the wall in her tweens. The only thing that changed about their bedroom was the addition of a massive computer rig on the table. There were strange ventilators and cooling tubes and blinking lights, the machine looked like something straight out of a sci-fi flick. “That’s my mining rig,” Karl said proudly. I nodded as if I understood what he was talking about. “Where are the rats?” I asked, noticing the empty cage on Maarja’s wardrobe. Back in the day Maarja had two rats, Fritz and The Duchess. She would keep them in the cage most of the time, but whenever the night reached a certain point of drunkenness Maarja would sneak over to her bedroom and come out with the two animals. If you saw Maarja with two rats running up and down her body you knew the night was really going to become a rager. “The Duchess died last week,” Maarja said with a glint of sorrow, “Fritz wasn’t taking it well. Think the little guy was depressed being in the cage all alone, so I’m letting him roam around the house for the time being. Hopefully a bit of freedom will cheer him up.” As if he had heard his name, Fritz peeked out from behind the wardrobe. The albino rat raised his snout in the air, sniffed for a bit and then lumbered off to the living room. The years had taken their toll on Fritz, he no longer moved with the youthful energy I was used to, but the one part of him that I remembered had not changed. Fritz still had balls that were disproportionately giant to his body. As he moved away from us he dragged them behind him with Sisyphean effort. “So, which hostel are you crashing at?” Maarja asked. A lump manifested in my throat. I looked around the cramped apartment. Outside of the mattress there was nowhere for me to sleep. I didn’t have any money for a hostel. “Ah, I’m just kidding. You’re crashing here. We owe you anyway,” Maarja said with good cheer. “For what?” I asked, relieved that I wasn’t homeless. “Financing the booze and cigarettes back in the day, might have ended up a nun if it weren’t for you,” she said with a grin. It was true, throughout high school I had been the main financier of our misadventures, my parents had foreign money and that money went pretty far by Estonian standards. More importantly though; when everyone was sixteen I looked twelve. According to the law of teen streets, the late bloomer provides the dough for those who can buy stuff without ID. “You’ll sleep on the couch, we just haven’t had the time to get it out of the garage. How about you and Karl drag it in while I make some tea?” Even though it was a bright winter day outside the garage was in near darkness. The only thing that illuminated the cramped musty room was a single ray of light shining in through a cracked skylight. The garage was covered in flimsy shelves that buckled beneath the weight of greasy machine parts. In the center of the garage lay a couch shaped object covered with a large, stained cloth. Karl grabbed ahold the cloth and was about to pull it away, but a thought struck him. “James, if I tell you something will you not tell Maarja?” He asked, letting the cloth drop back down to the floor. He looked straight at me; his small eyes were probing me for trustworthiness. “Well, depends on what it is,” I said, “Don’t need help burying a body, right?” “No,” Karl’s intensity broke into a smile, “It is nothing illegal. Just a secret.” He strode towards one of the rickety shelves and plunged his hand deep into its depths. After a moment of rustling he pulled out a small box. He opened it. Even though the garage was dark, and even though the diamond was tiny, you could see a little glimmer. Karl’s eyes shone twice as bright. “Wow man,” I said, realizing how quickly the world was moving on, “Congratulations!” Maarja and Karl would get married and I would be at their wedding alone. As I stood in that garage the thought that I would always be alone gushed dread through my veins. We used to joke about how Saale and me would get hitched before the two of them did. Those jokes felt cruel now. Maarja and Karl would get married and one day Saale would get married too. She would get married to someone who wasn’t me. “I’m really happy for you.” “I want to ask her father soon. He does not like me much, but I think I can show him that I can provide for his daughter. This Bitcoin thing will be big soon James, in a couple of years me and Maarja will be rich.” Karl put the box back into its hiding place. “Promise not to tell her, yes?” “Promise,” I said with as much candor as I could muster, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was floating disembodied in a bright church, watching my would-be-wife get married to someone else. “James,” Karl’s paw on my shoulder brought me back into reality, “You will be okay. I know you are worried about Saale, but you still have us. We will drink this away.” He smiled. I tried to smile back. “Let’s get this couch, shall we?” He pulled away at the cloth that covered the couch. Enough dust flew off into the air to send us both into a coughing fit. The room danced with dirty particles. Yet from behind the veil of powder I could see it. I could see the couch. The thing was ancient, a couch straight out of the early days of the Soviet Union. Its flowery upholstery was covered in stains that just screamed history. It was as if the piece of furniture had been used for barricades in the defense of Stalingrad and lived to talk about it. Filth filled its rumpled cloth, it stood on firm wooden legs that seemed to have survived multiple generations of being clawed at, it was as if the thing was simply biding its time until its true masters came back to retrieve it. The couch was old, but somehow in that dark garage, in that gust of earthly smoke, there was something alluring about it. It looked ratty but comfortable, even inviting. For a split second I was sure that the couch had winked at me with its cushioning. Then the dust settled and it was just a piece of furniture. Karl grabbed one side of the couch, I grabbed the other and we started to haul the thing towards the living room. We had left the garage, but there was still tension in the air. I was still thinking about Saale getting married to someone who wasn’t me. It was still as if Karl and me were meant to have a serious discussion. Neither of us were comfortable. “I lost my virginity on this couch,” I shared, hoping to relax the situation. Karl grinned, accepting the levity, “Gross.” We dragged the couch to the living room and then joined Maarja in the kitchen. Back in the day her kitchen table was the go-to place to gather before drinking and after drinking. We would sit around and shoot the shit and wait for someone to drop off the booze for the evening or the hung-over pizza for the morning. Yet as we sat there, trying to make small talk, one of the chairs was empty and it made all the difference. I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said around me, all I could think about was how Saale used to sit next to me. All I could think about were her long legs on my lap, her long fiery hair, her laughter. “How about we sweeten the evening with a bit of moonshine?” Maarja asked, as she fished a clear bottle out of the kitchen counter, “Karl and me are going to lunch with my parents tomorrow though, so no hangovers.” Karl cheered on the promise of alcohol, but not even drink could lift my spirits. My eyes shifted from Saale’s empty seat to the couch. All I wanted to do was lie down and fall asleep for a thousand years. “Guys, I appreciate the hospitality but I’m really tired. How about we drink tomorrow?” I said. Karl and Maarja looked concerned, this was the first time they had ever seen me refuse booze. “Are you sure you’re okay honey? We can talk about it if you want to,” Maarja suggested. I insisted I was fine; I just needed to get some rest. That didn’t convince her, but she yielded, “Well, we’ll be in my room if you need us.” Her and Karl shuffled off to her bedroom. I laid down on the couch. From the other room I could hear them talk. Maarja talked in concerned whispers whilst Karl spoke at full volume, it didn’t make much of a difference, even after five years of being in the country I still couldn’t understand Estonian. I could hear my name being mentioned though. They were concerned about the emotional wreck that was crashing on their couch. I dragged my friends into my mess. It was all so humiliating; I was far from home, broke and broken. I wanted to die. ‘Easy there Tiger, don’t think like that,’ a faint voice emerged from the back of my head, ‘Things might not seem great right now, but look on the bright side, at least you’re on a comfortable couch.’ The voice was right; the couch was indeed comfortable. ‘All you need is a bit of a distraction to forget about your broken heart. Some booze, some dope, maybe a bit of love and you’ll be good as new.’ It was as if the suave voice turned a switch in my mind. Suddenly the tightness in my chest eased, a burst of joy started to bubble in my abdomen. My fingers started to trace the sides of the upholstery. The voice giggled, ‘That’s the spirit Tiger, just relax, you’re fine as long as you’re here with me.’ The universe felt lighter, my feelings of dread faded away and were replaced with an electric anticipation. I needed a drink to celebrate. I opened the door to Maarja’s bedroom. She was lounging on the mattress reading a psych textbook. Karl was watching bar graphs on the computer. “Hey guys,” I peeked in, “I feel a bit better now, how about those drinks?” They both grinned. We drank. In the moment I didn’t give much thought to the voice in my head, my internal monologue was turned up a notch since the break-up anyway. I was used to hearing thoughts that I consciously didn’t want to consider; the silky voice that was telling me that things would be okay was a welcome distraction. I sunk into the couch and I let the night carry me away. ‘See Tiger? Isn’t it nice to be here? Isn’t life just swell on this little old couch?’ it would say. I nodded along. We drank more. All thoughts of avoiding hangovers were let go; the liquor poured freely. At some point Maarja emerged out of her room with Fritz on her shoulder. We celebrated the tradition of our youth but the rat was sluggish, far too old to crawl around on her body. After a couple of minutes Maarja gave up on playing with the rat. She put him on the ground. Fritz simply walked around the room dragging his testacles behind him like a ball and chain. We drank more. Karl lumbered up to his feet and went to fetch his guitar. Maarja was out having a cigarette. I was far too comfortable on the couch. Having a moment to myself I watched the rat. Fritz had spent the past couple of minutes roaming the living room and sniffing at my backpack. Yet suddenly something caught his attention, he sniffed at the air, his whiskers bouncing in curiosity. Then he looked towards the couch. The old rat sprung to his hind legs and turned towards me. It was as if his beady eyes were locked to the piece of furniture. ‘Oh Tiger, don’t think about the stupid rat. Look, here comes Karl, let’s stop thinking about stupid things and listen to him play.’ Oh and how he could play. To say that Karl lacked warmth would be an understatement, communicating with the guy often felt like having a conversation with a pile of awkwardly stacked encyclopedias, but as soon as he would bring out the guitar he would ooze personality. Somehow, with those hulking fingers of his, Karl had managed to make the strings sing the gentlest of tones. Maarja and me sang along out of key as the night went on. ‘Just like the good old days, Tiger, you’re here and you’re happy. Focus on the positives, focus on the present,’ the voice told me. I followed the advice, until I couldn’t. It was as if a spell had been broken. As soon as I heard those opening chords, as soon as I realized what Karl was playing my stomach sank. It was that Rolling Stones song. Saale and me had danced to it once upon a time. Memories of our first night together came rushing into my mind. The Saale shaped hole in my heart throbbed with pain. I got up to splash some water on my face. Karl shifted his performance into a serenade for Maarja. The tiles in the bathroom were freezing but I was willing to withstand the pain if it meant I could get further away from the song. I stood there, willing to wait it out, but the memories just kept on floating back. I was standing in the same bathroom I stood in the night that I met Saale. I could see traces of a sixteen-year old in my face. The music kept on building. Saale’s lily perfume filled my nostrils. I could remember the fullness of her lips before our first kiss. The images were cascading on top of each other, ripping away at my sanity, ready to plunge me into a panic attack. But then they stopped. The music stopped. I peeked out of the door. Karl had chucked his guitar over to the side. His serenade had given way to a heavy make out session. Him and Maarja were all over each other. “Guys, I’m going to go out for a cigarette,” I announced. The two of them looked up at me dazed and drunk. “Take the keys honey, I think we’re going to bed.” I hoped that the dial tone would block out Maarja’s moans but it didn’t. Not only did I have to listen to a loving couple have sex, I also had to listen to world’s quietest dial tone as I was reminded that Saale did not want to talk to me. I stood out there in the freezing cold smoking one cigarette after another. It was just me, the starless sky and Maarja’s moans. Karl lasted for a quarter a pack before their bedroom quieted down. I tried calling Saale one more time and then went back inside. By the time I stumbled to the couch I could already hear snoring coming from the bedroom. But there was another sound in the apartment, something much quieter, something I almost didn’t notice. Scratching. Luckily I managed to prop myself up against the couch before I sat on him. As I tried to regain my balance I realized just how drunk I was. Fritz was on the couch, furiously scratching into its upholstery. He looked up at the drunken figure hovering over him for a split second and then went back to work. Those little claws scratched with the ferocity of a pup. It was as if Fritz was two years younger. I picked him up by his scruff and tried taking him off the couch. When I lifted him off the ground the rat seemed confused for just a split second before- ‘Aiiieee’ Fritz screamed the world’s tiniest scream and then bit me in the finger. He dropped to the ground and ran beneath a nearby wardrobe. He hid beneath it and watched me. I was too drunk and tired to care. I laid down on the couch and exhaled. ‘Welcome back Tiger, you look tired. Let me keep you company. Yes, life is hard, but if you really appreciate the moment it can be pretty enjoyable. Lie down here, let me keep you hold you. Let’s get to know each other better.’ I could smell floral perfume. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a deep sleep. (Next part)
My experience getting scammed for $1500 on LocalBitcoins and getting my bank accounts and credit card frozen for it
After having an experience and a half with my bank this week, I thought I would reach out to Reddit with a throwaway account to vent in hopes that this will help someone in a similar position. So, a little background: I am a Canadian studying at university in Toronto, ON. I bank with Bank of Montreal and have for a couple of years. I do freelance development work in the crypto/fin-tech industry and as a result, I’m mostly paid in BTC. This has never been a problem since whenever I need local currency, I just sell off some BTC through desks like Coinsquare and Coinberry, or if I’m in a pinch, through a verified buyer on LocalBitcoins and the CAD is sent via Interac e-transfer. I’ve been doing this for a while and never run into any issues. I have a Mastercard with BMO that I use for regular, reoccurring purchases and occasionally flights/Airbnbs if I travel. Whenever I need to pay off my credit card, I’ll sell off some BTC for CAD and pay off my card with those funds. However, I typically don’t keep a lot of CAD in my bank account just in case BTC spikes - usually less than $500 at a time. Since heading back to school, I decided to sell off some BTC while the market was stable (at ~$10,300 US) so I had some CAD to pay for textbooks and any other expenses. This was last weekend, Saturday, and since I wanted the funds quickly, I opted to sell to a buyer on Localbitcoins. I found a buyer who was looking to buy slightly above market price and had a good series of verifications and reviews. Seemed legit. I opened a trade for $1550 CAD with a user called bittor (https://localbitcoins.com/accounts/profile/bitto) with my Interac email address to receive the funds. I promptly received an email notification from Interac letting me know that I had received an e-transfer for the right amount and that it was automatically deposited to my bank account. I logged into the BMO app and checked, and it had been deposited successfully to my account. Cool. I logged back into LocalBitcoins and released the BTC escrow to the user since I had received the CAD funds, and the trade was now completed. I even left some positive feedback. Now that I had some cash in my account, I took the opportunity to pay a couple bills. Monday rolls around, 48 hours later, and I go to buy a coffee on the way to class; my Mastercard declines at Starbucks. I try my debit card, and that also declines. I tried logging into the BMO app, and see this: https://i.imgur.com/RwpLFMK.png I brush it off and decide I’ll give them a call later and sort out whatever is going on. Later I give BMO a call. After going through some basic account verification questions, they told me that my account had been flagged for fraud and that I would have to come into the branch to deal with it. I remember thinking “Great... I’m sure this will be entertaining”, dug out my passport for extra ID, threw it in my backpack, and headed over to my BMO branch to sort this out. Before we jump into this, I want to note that I have a pretty good credit score and always pay my Mastercard bill in full. I have a solid financial history and a relationship with BMO and even maintain a TFSA investment there. When I got to the branch, the rep notified me the e-transfer I’d received from the Localbitcoins buyer was flagged as fraud by TD (the buyer’s bank) and was clawed back from my account. As a result, once the e-transfers were reversed my bank account fell into overdraft to the tune of ~$1280. I was told I “owed” the bank this amount before they could reinstate my accounts and debit card. Additionally, since I had used funds from that transaction to pay off my Mastercard, they also froze my Mastercard and flagged it for fraud. The bank rep proceeded to ask me a series of questions for a form which she told me would be sent to the fraud department to help sort this out. Most of the questions were straight forward - what was the transaction for, who was the sender, what were the terms of the transaction, etc. However, even after explaining how LocalBitcoins works, in which you don’t fully know the other party participating in the trade, she kept asking me over and over if I knew the sender, almost as though she was convinced I wasn’t telling her something. It was as soon as I mentioned that the transfer crypto-related that her overall approach changed. I suddenly felt as though it was more of an interrogation than her trying to help my situation. I assured her that I do not know the sender personally and that I was the victim of an Interac e-transfer scam. I asked her what measures the bank has in place to prevent against e-transfer fraud, and she told me something along the lines of “Realistically, none. Only accept money from people you know”. Just that. What do I pay bank fees for? I then asked her how I can restore access to my bank cards and credit card, since I need money to survive, like anyone else. mShe responded by telling me that until the ~$1280 was “paid back” to BMO, that I would have no access to any of my money or credit cards. She offered encouragement and advised me to contact the Police and file a report (another user on here pointed out that they usually don’t investigate thefts under $2,500 so I won’t even bother) or to get in touch with the buyers to sort it out with them, but that there was nothing she could do. She also told me that due to this, I would be banned from the Interac system for at least 6 months. Annoyed, I went home and did a little bit of digging. Pretty quickly, I found this thread (https://www.reddit.com/BitcoinCA/comments/d1bc2q/got_scammed_for_460_is_there_anything_i_can_do/) in which someone else was also scammed by the same person in almost the same way. The tl;dr there is that some guy gained access to the user bittor’s LocalBitcoins account, as well as another individual’s TD bank account. He conducted the trade through the stolen LocalBitcoins account and sent the Interac e-transfer from another individual’s bank account at TD. I’m assuming that when the owner of the bank account noticed the e-transfer to me, they reported it to the Fraud department at their bank. This is what led to my bank reversing the transaction and putting me in the situation that I’m in. I opened a support ticket with LocalBitcoins to report the user. After a little while, a support agent gets back to me and told me they’ve suspended the user’s trading account and frozen their wallet. Okay, cool. They told me they’ll need proof of “payment misconduct” to proceed. So, okay. No problem. Makes sense. The next day (today), I contact the same bank rep and come up to update her on the latest: that I’ve contacted the site that managed the trade, and that they need proof of “payment misconduct” to proceed with getting the user banned (and maybe getting back my BTC? I’m not hopeful but you never know). I asked her if she would be able to give me a printout showing where the payment was received, and then where it was reversed. She told me that this was “privileged information” that she couldn’t give me. I asked her how that can be since it pertains directly to a $1550 loss from a scammer that’s left me without access to any of my money or credit cards. She tells me all I need to send is the Interac e-transfer number and that’s enough. On hearing this, I’m reluctant, since a screenshot of the e-transfer confirmation email isn’t going to prove much of anything, apart from the fact that I did initially receive the transfer. I asked her again if there was some sort of document or even just a screenshot of a statement showing what happened so I can try and recover some of my losses, and she bluntly told me that if anyone needs any more information than the e-transfer email, then to call her. I reluctantly left with that information and passed it on to the Localbitcoins support agent. I’m now waiting to hear back from them. So where am I left? With a $1500-sized hole in my pocket. Until I hear back from the LocalBitcoins support agent, I’m not sure if I can recover the BTC either. They did mention that they had frozen the user’s wallet but did not mention whether there were any funds there. I understand that a lot of this could have been avoided if I had kept a higher CAD balance in my account. I would have gotten back access to my account, just minus the $1500 and would at least be able to use my credit card, go out for food and pay for my school expenses. I’d still be in the same boat, losing both the BTC and the CAD. Either way, I get it. Mistakes were made, and you’ve gotta learn from them, right? What annoys me about the situation is I feel as though BMO’s bank reps could have done a better job of helping out a customer who’d been ripped off. Especially since it happened through Interac, which even is dubbed as a “secure transaction” in the footer of the email you receive when someone sends you money. I find it strange that BMO doesn’t have any protectionary measures in place for blocking “fraudulent” e-transfers, or any sort of policy for protecting customers in the event of something like that getting by. If indeed the scammer had gotten access to someone’s account at TD to send me the e-transfer, they shouldn’t have been allowed to get far enough to send me a transfer and have the funds show up in my account, and then let me spend those funds for two days before clawing it back. So here’s what I’ve learned from this experience:
If you’re going to sell BTC on LocalBitcoins (casually), make sure to check the user’s profile for more than just reviews and verifications. Check when those verifications happened and compare that to the dates from some of their positive reviews. Are the reviews from three years ago, and verification says 4 days ago? That will tip you off that something’s up with that buyer, and that they should be avoided.
Another tip is to make sure the name on the e-transfer matches the verified name of the buyer on LocalBitcoins. I didn’t notice that on the e-transfer, the sender’s name was different than the name on the LocalBitcoins account. To be honest, it wasn’t something I was looking for. As I said, I’ve had a history of pretty good experiences with OTC deals online. My new belief is that if they aren’t name verified on LocalBitcoins, don’t buy from them. And even at that, still, be skeptical.
If you want a CAD e-transfer from crypto and can wait a day or two, use Coinberry. Their e-transfer withdrawal processing time is usually 24 hours or less, and it comes in just like any other e-transfer. If you can wait a day for them to send it, I’m pretty sure they do it at a 0% fee.
If you’re looking for a larger amount or don’t use Interac, Coinsquare is a great choice as well. They’ll deposit the CAD straight to your account via direct deposit, and usually process within 3-5 days. I often use Coinsquare, and their support was top-notch when I reached out to them about this situation and asked if they could rush my withdrawal. They were more than happy to help. As a result, I should have some money coming in Monday to bail me out of this mess while I wait on LocalBitcoins.
I’ve come to terms with the fact there’s a good chance my $1500 is gone. It happens. It’s an expensive mistake, but it happens. I’m hoping there may be some luck recovering the Bitcoin from LocalBitcoins, but I’m not holding out. If I do get anywhere, I’ll come back and update this post! How do you think should I proceed? Did my bank handle the situation properly? Did I? Do I have any grounds to get the CAD back from BMO/Interac/TD? Is it worth pursuing with the police for $1500 bitcoin trade? I’ve gotten recommendations to open an account at another bank, and slowly move my money over there. Apparently, BMO is not great with handling anything to do with crypto, and my experience this week proves it. As digital currency becomes more and more prevalent over the next few years, I’m sure further circumstances like this will pop up. I hope this might be able to help someone who finds themselves in a similar situation or will help you avoid ending up where I am.
I'm an amateur magician. I've performed at children's parties and done some touring. I wouldn't class myself as an expert, but I am in the magic circle. I love to see professional magicians perform, there is nothing better than when you see a trick and you have no idea how it was done. I read a forum post a month ago that had a link to a YouTube video, 10 times magic went wrong. I checked it out, and as you can imagine, the contents were quite horrific. Two of the clips were of the Nail Under the Cups trick. If you are from England, you may have seen Derren Brown performing this. It's a good one, if the magician is qualified. If they aren't, then you end up being at positions seven and three of this video. A magician mixes up some cups, under one is a piece of wood with a nail pointed up. The others are weighted, so they all feel the same. The magician puts on a blindfold and gets their volunteer to guide them over the top of the cups. The magician then pushes the volunteer's hand down, crushing the cup. It's usually when there are two left that this trick goes wrong. And when it does it's very bloody. The clip in question though, is of a man sawing a woman in half. We've all seen this. But in this grainy footage, the woman screams, the box is brought apart, blood drips from the opening and the legs of the woman slip out. The bloody bottom half slams on the floor with a thunk, the legs spasm, then stop. The curtains are hastily brought across and the show ends. There are comments after the video, people calling bullshit, until someone posted the full trick in question. At the end of this video, the woman can be seen on stage, whole again, nothing wrong with her at all. People argue with each other that the woman must have been in the upper box and the lower box contained some prosthetics. The thread ends with someone saying that they swear it's real, they've seen it in person. I commented saying, "I'm skeptical, magic is illusion, no one gets sawn in half; incredible footage though." The next day, I get a direct message from someone with the handle Tricked4Life. Hey Baz1987, the man from that video is performing next month. He's called The Russian, it's invite only. I can arrange tickets if you like? I replied, Totally, I'd be up for that, please! While waiting to hear back, I went to watch the video again. The link didn't work, a message came up saying it had been taken down due to copyright infringement. I tried the top 10 one too, that was also gone, just a 404 page. It was a Saturday, so I was already on the whiskey and watching Netflix. I think I was binge watching Breaking Bad for the third or forth time. Tricked4Life replied with a link. I browsed to the site. It looked like something from 1997. There was a still from the video and a form below. Slightly drunk, I filled out the details and continued to the payment form. I had to pay in BitCoin, what the fuck was that? I messaged Tricked4Life, "I don't know what BitCoin is." "PayPal me the money and I can buy it for you." "How do I know this isn't a scam?" "You don't, but as a magician, you should see through a trick a mile off ;)" It sounded like he was baiting me. "How much?" "£540." "Christ, that's heavy." "It's worth it though." "Have you seen him before?" "No, this will be my first time. I know some people who are going. They said he's incredible. You have to see it for yourself." I left the computer and continued watching TV, though I couldn't concentrate. I really wanted to know how the trick was done. I drank more whiskey and got more drunk. I woke in the early hours. Confused, I took in my surroundings and realised I fell asleep in front of the television again. My head pounded, so I went to the kitchen and drank some orange juice, before throwing the best hangover cure, bacon, into the frying pan. As the meat sizzled, I checked my phone. I had an email with the subject, Ticket Confirmation. My heart sank. I opened it up to see a confirmation number and an address... in the Ukraine. I'd bought things while I was drunk before, but not a ticket to a magic show in Eastern Europe. Not only was I out £540, I'd need to book plane tickets and a hotel. I gazed at the whiskey bottle, to see it almost empty, not even as much as a shot left. I felt embarrassed. I logged into the forum and read the messages I had sent. Fuck it! was the first. The second my details and a third saying I'd PayPalled the money over, with a reply saying to buy a Tuxedo if I didn't have one. I won't bore you with the details of how I had to beg my manager to give me the time off at last minute, suffice to say I had to agree to perform at his daughter's birthday. I was surprised and relieved with how cheap plane fare was to the Ukraine. That was the only ray of light I had in this stupid ordeal. I rented a Tux from a local business and I was ready to go. The flight was bumpy. We flew through a thunderstorm and for the first time in my life, saw the lighting hit the tip of the plane. People startled and children cried. I was nervous myself. It wasn't long after the Russians shot down a passenger jet over the Ukraine. I was very happy when we landed. I sat in silence in the taxi to the hotel. When I got out, I saw it was a dump. I asked the driver to wait, he nodded. I had no idea if he understood me or not. Three stars was supposed to be the rating, but it looked more like an abandoned office building than a hotel. I checked in and changed. I was glad I was only staying for the night. My rushed plans meant I didn't have more than a few hours until the show started. Thankfully the taxi was still outside when I returned. I handed him the printout of the address and we drove off into the night. It was an odd city, nothing like the London that I'd known all my life. It was as if it wasn't planned, that it just sprawled in every direction when the need for more buildings were required. We stopped at the end of an alleyway. He pointed down it. "Are you sure?" I said. I expected us to be somewhere posh. "Is right," the man said, finally breaking his silence. I got out. Almost as if the driver was in a hurry, the taxi sped off. Suddenly I felt all alone, in a foreign country I knew nothing about. The rain poured down and soaked through my Tux. The woollen material grew heavy with the water. I wondered if I'd get my deposit back. I jogged down the alleyway. Light leaked out from a door underneath a fire escape. I thumped on the frame and waited. A man wearing paint splattered jeans and a body warmer opened it. "I'm sorry, I don't know where I'm going. I'm looking for this." I handed him the printout. "I'm supposed to see some Russian magician..." He lifted his chin and opened the door wider. I was glad to get out of the rain. Inside had the appearance of a factory service corridor. "Through there," he said pointing to the end of the hallway. Visions of me entering some basement out of the film Hostel filled my mind and I wanted to turn back and go straight to the airport. The outside door clunked shut. I took a deep breath and walked forward. My shoes echoed around the small passageway and I felt vulnerable. I pushed on the metal bar at the end and hoped for the best. I was shocked. The low murmurs of hundreds of voices filled the large room I entered. It wasn't as I expected. It was cavernous. It looked like a palace. Large marble columns rose up from the floor and held in place an ornate ceiling, from which hung intricate chandeliers. Dozens of men in suits drank from Champagne glasses, all deep into conversation. No one turned to stare at me. It was as if there was nothing odd about me entering via a back door. For a magic show, I found it kind of fitting. Standing there though, I wasn't sure if I felt more out of place here or in the alleyway. A waiter approached and I panicked. "Drink, sir?" he said, offering me some Champagne. I took the crystal flute and resisted the urge to down it in one. I sipped and tried to blend in. "The show will start in thirty minutes," was announced over the tannoy in an Eastern European accent. The guests looked up as if watching the person making the announcement. Another waiter offered me some canapés. I grabbed one and thanked him. "Baz?" someone shouted and I peered around. I locked eyes with a man I didn't recognise. "Do I know you?" I asked. "I'm Dan," he said offering his hand. "I'm sorry, I don't recall." "Tricked4Life? I ordered your ticket." Confused, I said, "How did you recognise me?" "Your avatar, man," he said smiling, "Good to meet you in person. I wasn't sure if you'd come." "£540, I wasn't going to stay at home." "Are you excited? I've seen some famous magicians around." I was nervous. Dan didn't appear to be. "Oh shit, is that ," I asked. He turned. "Hell, yeah," he replied, " and are also here too." "That's crazy, this is the real deal then?" "I think so," he said, taking a large gulp of his drink. "What's his real name?" "I don't know, no one does." "That's a bit ominous." "He's the best of the best, who cares what he's called." Dan checked his watch. "We should go take our seats." "Yeah." The house lights went down and cheers erupted from the crowd. A spotlight lit the red velvet curtains. They waited for the crowd to die down before they opened. I was disappointed when I saw him on stage. His hair was grey, not black like the video. He was so much smaller in stature than how he appeared, too. Assistants wheeled in a large tall box. The magician led one of the assistants inside and proceeded to lock the padlocks on the front of the box. He counted down from three, and on the beat after one, fireworks exploded at the front of the stage and the walls of the box collapsed in on themselves. He approached and spun the box around showing it was now flat. The remaining assistants rolled it off stage and the crowd clapped. "That's easy," I said turning to Dan, "Fireworks - textbook misdirection and trap door underneath." He smiled. Medieval wooden stocks were now brought onto the stage. The magician asked for a volunteer from the audience. A young lady stood up (the only female in the whole crowd) and was invited on stage. The magician mimed claps, and the audience obliged. The woman was secured into place. He threw some eggs into the crowd and offered her as a target. Most missed, except the last that hit her square on the face. Laughter erupted. An assistant arrived with a melon. The magician picked up a sword, its blade flashed in the bright spotlight. He lifted it overhead and brought it down, slicing the melon in two with ease. He approached the woman in the stocks and with one swift blow, her hands and head fell into the baskets below. The crowd roared with approval. "Impressed yet?" Dan said to me and to be honest I was vexed. No sudden flash of light to hide the switch of body parts with fakes, but no blood either. "She was obviously a stooge, are there any other women in the crowd?" More helpers joined on stage, mopping the floor as if to clean up blood that wasn't there. A chuckle fluttered through the crowd. The final illusion was the classic Chinese Water Torture Cell made famous by Harry Houdini. A large tank of water sat centre stage. The magician took off his clothes to reveal a turn-of-the-nineteenth-century bathing-suit, a beige number that covered his body and upper legs. He placed on a nose clip and rubbed his hands in anticipation. He ascended the ladder attached to the tank and jumped in. Water splashed over the sides and an iron lid was slammed into place. Padlocks were locked around the top and a curtain drawn in front. A man started a stopwatch and gazed at it in earnest. Time passed. I checked my watch, he had been in there for ninety seconds. The curtain was removed, to reveal his hand poking out the top trying to pick the locks on the outside, then the curtain was replaced. Another minute passed and banging could be heard from within. The man with the stopwatch brought his hand across his throat, signalling to end the performance. Someone ran on stage with an axe and the curtain was pulled away. The locks were still in place, but the tank was empty. The audience gasped. "Hallo," rang out around the auditorium. I turned to see The Russian in the stalls above, dripping with water. Wild cheers erupted and everyone clapped. "How did he do that then, Mr Smart Guy?" Dan asked, clearly pleased with himself. "I have no idea," I said, clapping without even thinking about it. The house lights went up. "There will be a ten minute intermission before the second part of the show, will guests with tickets..." the announcer said, listing off numbers, "... please make their way to the door at the side of the stage." "That's me?" I said to Dan confused. "Me too, are you excited?" "I don't understand?" He grinned and grabbed my hand. He led me along the row. "What's going on?" "Didn't you wonder why it was so expensive? We're part of the show!" A silent dread filled me. "I don't want to do it." "Come on! You're a magician, don't you want to know how it's done?" "Yeah, but I don't want to be on stage." "You've done that before, though." "Of course, but mostly in front of children. At most fifty people. Not in a theatre with over four hundred containing some of the most respected magicians in the world." "Too bad, you're going," he said, tightening his grip. We waited at the back of the line of eight people. A man checked tickets and one by one they were led backstage. Dan passed his ticket over, letting go of his grasp. I thought about leaving, but before I could, the man asked for mine and like a robot I handed it over. It was quiet backstage. "Oh shit, is that ?" I said as the man approached. "Hey," he said excitedly, "I'm..." "I know who you are," I said shocked that was talking to me. "Are you boys excited?" "Very," Dan said, "Baz here's a little nervous." "Don't be nervous," said, "this is what we are'll here for, right?" "I have no idea what's going on," I blurted out. "Don't listen to him," Dan said, "he's just scared." "And you should be, it's not very often that you're in the presence of a real magician." "What do you mean?" "You know, someone who performs real magic." I scoffed, "There's no such thing as real magic." "Is this guy for real?" said pointing his thumb at me. Dan shrugged his shoulders. balked at me, "Then why are you here?" "I wanted to see it for myself." "And that you will, son. Be part of it." "I don't think I want to." "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," he said gesturing with his hands, "it's what we all dream of." We heard a roar of applause. "It's time," said, getting in line behind the queue that had now formed. "I don't know about this Dan," I said. "It'll be fine, I promise." I watched as the first of us was taken on stage. A round of applause, then silence. A minute or so passed, then I heard a blood curdling scream and my heart raced. "What the hell was that?!?!" "Shhhh," Dan said in deep concentration. Then the next one was taken and then the next. With each one, a silent time passed, the end of the trick punctuated by a scream. "Dan!" I said in a whisper, "That man has blood on him!" I stared at the stagehand as he exited stage right. Blood flecked his shirt and face. "It's all part of the fun," Dan said, slapping my back. My stomach lurched, as one by one, the line got shorter. "Wish me luck," said as he was led on stage. The man was now drenched in blood, but it didn't seem to bother Dan. "We have a special guest tonight, please welcome ," bellowed out on the tannoy. We were almost at the top of the stairs now. Dan watched the performance, his face lit up with pure joy before he grimaced and looked away. "What's happening?" I asked. "Holy shit, that was intense. I'm not sure I can do this," Dan said. But it was too late, the stagehand had already grabbed him and dragged him up. I ascended the last few steps and could now see the wooden floor. I gasped as Dan walked through the blood than now pooled. His shoes left yawning, sticky stalagmites in the congealing liquid. A horizontal box was opened and he was placed inside. From my angle it was obvious there was no-one placed in the leg side. I watched his feet poke through the holes at the end and the box closed on top of him. The magician picked up a chain saw, pulled the cord into action. Blue-grey smoke billowed out of the side as he revved the engine. Without a second thought, he brought it down, through the box. Dan's face contorted as he shrieked in agony. "Stop, stop!" he shouted. The magician ignored him. Blood sprayed out, covering him and launching a mist of bright, red liquid onto the crowd, who cheered in response. The chainsaw idled. The assistants pulled the box apart and just like the video, Dan's legs fell out of the other end of the box. It was then I noticed the box had been purposefully sloped to allow this to happen. That was the trick. I felt sick and ran. There was nowhere to go. A large man stood at the door I had entered. Luckily he hadn't noticed I'd panicked. I slowed to a walk and took the stairs down into the basement. As I descended, I heard the muffled tannoy then a rapturous applause. I paused at the door at the bottom. I assumed it was the fire exit. I tried to turn the knob but it didn't budge. I could hear voices on the other side. I placed my ear against the metal, flinching at the cold. It was a chant. Low tenor voices repeated the same line again and again, in a language I didn't understand. They switched into a more sing-song chorus, then returned to the original verse. I banged on the door and the voices stopped. "Mister, you can't be down here," the large man from backstage said. I obeyed him without a struggle. He let me back into the theatre. The crowd didn't acknowledge me. Waiters patiently walked through the punters offering more Champagne and canapés. Without thinking, I screamed out, "He's killing them! All of them, they are dead!" The audience silenced and looked at me. " is dead, everyone's dead. I saw it. It's not a trick!" "Sir," one of the waiters said holding his hand up for me to stop. "I won't be quiet, it's a fucking abattoir up there! Didn't you all see?!" People started to panic. I raced for the exit. The doors were camouflaged from this side. I ran my hand down the seam trying to find a hidden latch. "Calm down, sir." I turned to see the large security guard. "Fuck that, that man is insane! Let me out of here." He grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving. The house lights went down again and the audience settled. "Please show your appreciation to your magician tonight and his wonderful volunteers." The man held me tightly, and I gave up trying to leave and gazed at the stage. The Russian appeared front and centre, bowing. His assistants from the night joined him. Everyone clapped. Then one by one, the people who were in the line ahead of me walked on stage, wearing pristine white suits. waved as he walked on, the audience cheered. The last to enter was Dan. I was shocked. The crowd stood and clapped. "Let's not forget our friend at the back there," The Russian said, as the spotlight travelled over the audience, stopping on me. I froze. The security guard let go of me and joined in the clapping. I ran my hand through my hair and feigned a smile. "I hope to see you all again soon," The Russian said for one last time and the house lights came up. Instantly murmurs broke out around the theatre. "Great job, really added to the finish," one man said as he exited past me. "Thank you," I said without thinking. Everyone wanted to shake my hand, but all I could do was stand in confusion and unexpected awe. The last of the people left, and so did I. As I entered the large hall I was in earlier, I saw Dan. He held a cardboard box under his arm. "Great job you did," he said grinning from ear to ear. "What the fuck just happened?" "I'm sorry," he replied. was standing next to him. "I admit it, I didn't think it would work, but your friend Dan here said it would and I trusted him." "Is anyone going to fill me in on what happened?" Dan put his hand on my shoulder, "They needed someone to cause a fuss, you know, to make it seem all the more real." "Dude, I saw you get chopped in half! What did you expect me to do." "It was really great," said. "I thought you were dead." He tried to smile, but I could see the guilt in his face. "Really sorry, man. It was a shitty thing to do. If we told you though, it wouldn't have looked believable. The Russian doesn't like to use shills." "What about the woman in the stocks?" "That was only the warm up. Hey check this out!" Dan opened the box and revealed his Tux, it was ripped to shreds. "Glad I didn't rent," he said laughing. "It was great to meet you," said, "here's my card. If you ever want to see me perform, let me know, I'll get you backstage passes." "You're not going to try to kill me too?" He laughed. "I'll see you around," he said, leaving through the backdoor. We followed a few minutes later. A row of limos waited to pick up people as they left. "You go first," Dan said. "Aren't you coming?" "Nah, I'll get the next one." I told the driver where I was going. I slept badly in the hotel, my dreams filled with corrupted visions of the night before. I flew back to England in the morning. I stayed away from that forum for a while, but curiosity got the better of me. There was a post about , saying he'd cancelled his tour. I read the comments, they were filled with the expected bile of people pissed their favourite magician had flaked out on them. There was a direct message. I clicked. It was from Tricked4Life. It contained a single photo. It appeared to be of someone's torso, a purple-pink bruise ran horizontally along its stomach, blood seemed to leak as if it were some sort of wound. Underneath the photo was a comment. "I need help, I think the magic is wearing off." I replied and told him to go to the hospital. That was 48 hours ago and I've not heard back. xx
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"I believe in planning for the worst, while hoping the best. I hope that none of you will be in danger, and that no one you know and care about is in danger. PRACTICALTHINGSTODORIGHTOW 1: get a VPN that has servers that the brazilian government can't subpoena. delete your social media accounts that you've used that have leftist and pro PT stuff on them. Make sure that going forward nothing is traceable to you. Any new media accounts you have that are political must be tied to a dummy email account. 2: if you have the means, keep a stash of money in a very safe place that's hidden but accessible. If the worst happens and you ever have to leave the country, you'll need bribe money. You'll need documents and authoritarian regimes don't always make it easy for certain people to get them. also keep a few gold rings hidden too. They're valuable everywhere you might end up. 3: get a passport now. get all those documents now. even if you don't plan to leave, get them right fucking now so you can be processed elsewhere and you'll be let on a flight if you need to go before the option might vanish. Keep copies in a bank box if your country's banks are reliable. Keep digital scans in an encrypted thumb drive. The digital scans can be used to get real copies at a brazilian embassy or consulate if your government is willing to still provide them to you. 4: if you take medication, keep careful track of your prescriptions. Always make sure that you have a 2 month supply that you can take with you. You might not be able to get the exact same meds in another country due to differences in regulatory approval for certain active ingredients and their approved applications, and it might take time to get a replacement drug in a host country. MENTALHEALTH You're scared and angry. Maybe not necessarily for yourself even, but for others. That's good. That means you're still sane. That also means you're feeling a lot of alienation because you're surrounded by people who see nothing wrong with what is going on around you. It will get worse. That feeling will grow and fester. If you have empathy, you can never turn it off completely. You will feel like a stranger in your own country until this is over. Already you and people you care about have been demonized. Loan wolves, groups, and the state may all act on that demonization. Right now you may not even be sure what you can do and if you should even try to do anything. That's normal. But you have until January to decide what you do, and if you become a private person to try to protect your own safety, or if you decide to stay and become a public person to help others and yourself. If you can't be brave, then be kind. If you can't put yourself out there, and I'm not saying you should, then do what you can quietly until you can't bare it anymore and you have to leave. But until you decide how you're going to respond, you will feel alienated. If you ever feel numb, then you're loosing your humanity. You're going to have find a confidant. Maybe it's your spouse, maybe it's someone else in your life like your best friend. very few people can bare the emotional burden you will feel when it all kicks off and never say anything. You will need to talk to people, and you need to know they won't betray you if it gets extremely extremely bad. You will also feel anger. That's also normal. But quash it if you can. Anger can make you do reckless things. You will get your revenge by living and not conceding to the madness around you. You need to be smart. Assume that lists of names are being assembled. You can no longer speak out so openly. Make sure you know who you're talking to and who's listening. Take care. No matter how bad it gets, remember that there are people who care deeply about you. You're never as alone as you might think you are. I've been asked in DMs about VPNs. Here's a great article that explains a lot about the pros and cons of some reputable major ones out there. I personally recommend NordVPN " ~ Via adlerchen Tips from other users: -If you have a Portuguese grandparent, you are eligible for citizenship. via AimingWineSnailz -In regards to VPNs I would recommend Mullvad over NordVPN. One indicator that might be a good idea is that NordVPN does this (taken from OP's article):
We use Google Analytics and third-party ticket/live chat tools (Zendesk/Zopim). Google Analytics is used to improve our website and provide our users with the most relevant information. The ticket/live chat tool is used to provide the best support in the industry (available 24/7), but not tracking our users by any means. I mean, they don't even bother with shielding their users from fucking Google...
We have no external elements at all on our website. We do use an external email provider; for those who want to email us, we encourage them to use PGP encryption which is the only effective way to keep email somewhat private. The decrypted content is only available to us. Way better. That's not to say that NordVPN isn't decent a choice though!
If you can't afford a VPN subscription and need a free VPN go with ProtonVPN. Also mail! Please change to something like either tutanota or protonmail. ~ Via Sartanen -Recommendedemailproviders: Tutanota Riseup Protonmail RegardingVPNs: The VPNs you will purchase most likely offers non-Brazil locations. Use them, not the ones located in Brazil. Can't afford a VPN? Use Tor. Can afford a VPN? Use Tor still. Most of these services are available with a dedicated .onion address which are more secure than the clearnet one. Securepayments Avoid using credit cards/bank accounts/etc for purchasing a VPN or other things you prefer to keep discreet whenever possible. Get Bitcoin or other currencies instead. Simply buying bitcoin from someone is usually enough, however for extra security you can tumble the coins using Privcoin or other coin mixers. Check out PrivacyTools.io for more tools and tips for security. https://0bin.net/paste/2oF2qNpVf8mNFqu8#B-iER4pDBL8qgc+iiUc9klwrcazlgK1bxPMMlASeOXx link to reddit post source code ~ Via Codefuser
Trouble is, these crypto skeptics ignore the actual, on-the-ground consequences of such “bans” and how easily they can backfire. Let’s take a quick round-the-world tour, and I’ll show you exactly what I mean. And yes, we can start in Beijing. Back in 2017, the Chinese authorities didn’t pussyfoot around. They went straight for the jugular — the cryptocurrency exchanges. That made sense, or so they thought. Exchanges are formal companies that need to be compliant with the regulatory framework of the countries where they operate. But here’s the big all-important factoid that Beijing seems to have missed: For a population to adopt cryptocurrencies, they don’t need exchanges. https://preview.redd.it/286kb3e063x31.jpg?width=496&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1c0d94b90b9d8bab7d22f18f88d265d5e05e6a36 Are exchanges convenient? Yes. A dire necessity? No In fact, as I’ll explain in a moment, they are just one of the ways you can exchange your government-sponsored fiat money into cryptocurrency. Then, once you’ve completed that initial trade, you’re up in crypto-space. You can teleport your money anywhere you want. Your transactions are almost entirely outside the regulatory reach of any country on Earth. This doesn’t mean cryptocurrencies live in a Martian No Man’s Land. They do follow a set of bylaws. The difference is, they’re not the edicts or directives by any central authority. Instead … The only rules that apply to a public distributed ledger are the rules of consensus that exist within its network. Nothing else. In the parlance of the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission or Commodity Futures Trading Commission, you might say that cryptocurrency networks are intensely rigorous — but amorphous — self-regulatory organizations. So, what was the net effect of the so-called “China ban” on cryptocurrencies? Beijing was unable to outlaw the possession of crypto assets; it’s almost impossible to even track down who owns what where. They understood this. So, they didn’t even try. Reason: By their very design, cryptocurrency networks are anonymous. Or, they’re at least pseudonymous. In other words, although each account and the amount held is public information, it’s not possible to directly tie the ownership of these accounts to any one individual. Meanwhile, despite the “ban,” China has turned bullish on blockchain. Last week, President Xi Jinping declared that China must “seize the opportunity” created by blockchain, and that it will play “an important role in the next round of technological innovation and industrial transformation.” And this week, China’s Communist Party is taking a series of steps to follow through. It underscores the reality that Chinese citizens are still very active trading crypto assets, despite the fact that the “ban” has been in force for over two years. This is not to say that banning exchanges has no effect whatsoever. Though said effect is limited. If established exchanges are not available, people simply move to specialized social media sites and similar applications. Consider websites like LocalBitcoins.com, a peer-to-peer trading marketplace, for example. These sites provide a framework to ...
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Reduce the risk that either side will run off with the money.
In areas where cryptocurrency trading is officially “banned,” these kinds of platforms merely transform into de-facto over-the-counter (OTC) exchanges. To put it simply: So far, the only significant effect of crypto bans has been to drive some traders toOTC(over-the-counter) trading platforms. And it’s not just China. Similar crypto bans in countries like Venezuela and Zimbabwe have accomplished little beyond making these platforms that much more popular. Can governments shut down these as well? That would very difficult. The parties meet anywhere — at a café, outside a bank, on a park bench. They agree to the terms. The fiat portion of the trade is carried out. And once the buyer has transferred the fiat via bank transfer (or even in cash), the seller releases the crypto. Plus, for additional safety, both the fiat and the crypto can be locked in an escrow account under a smart contract.
Where crypto trading is literally on the street
Does it work? Absolutely! I know because I’ve personally done these over-the-counter trades. My experience isn’t from a place where crypto is banned, but rather with a government that’s on the brink of default. As the authorities struggle to make ends meet and keep the lights on, they resort to draconian measures. That takes us to the next stop on our tour: Argentina, where the government has imposed a whopping 33% tax on international transactions. Think about that. It means that every time you want to use the banking system to get your money out of the country, the government takes nearly a one-third cut. Maybe you want to make an online purchase of an airline ticket from a foreign carrier. Or perhaps you just want to buy the latest smartphone not yet offered in local stores. It doesn’t matter. If the money leaves Argentina, you pay the tax. Or, consider the plight of businesspeople … My father, for example, does business with companies based in Argentina. Whenever he brings the money home, the one-third tax is the equivalent of a massive confiscation. All with practically zero hope it will end anytime soon! For him, the only chance to get his money out of the country is to get some Bitcoin. So to give him a hand, I went to Argentina to see how hard it would be to locate someone trading pesos for Bitcoin. As it turned out, not only did I find individuals, but I also found local dealers. “If you want to buy Bitcoin,” said one, “you pay us 15% over market. If you want to sell, we pay you at least 10% over market.” I did even better than the 10%. Bitcoin was selling for about USD 6,000 at the time, and I got between USD 6,800 and USD 7,000. The people I dealt with told me they’d buy as much crypto as I could lay my hands on. The crypto dealers’ business model makes a lot of sense, and it’s in big demand. They have high-net-worth clients looking to get their money out of the country. In big amounts and FAST. So, the dealers keep a healthy stash of cryptocurrency on hand, offering their customers the ability to get their money out of the country while bypassing the banking system. Instead of paying the government’s outrageous 33% tax, the customers are glad to pay the dealer his 15%. This a big change from the capital-control powers governments used to have just a few years ago! Back then, when countries imposed capital controls, they could ban black-market dealers and throw them in jail. Businesspeople would dress like hippies, stuff their backpacks with currency and try walking across the border. But border agents caught them frequently, and the controls were often effective. Not now! Not in the crypto age! The flight to Bitcoin in Argentina is the same thing that’s happening in nearly every country that has tried to impose currency controls. Argentina’s national currency is down 50% against the greenback just in the past year. And now, the same folks who helped cause the crisis have just been voted back into office. So, no matter what governments do or don’t do, you can see why crypto assets like Bitcoin are the only chance citizens in these countries have to protect their wealth. At the end of the day, what do governments accomplish with bans or draconian controls? They help to increase awareness of cryptocurrencies. They’re making crypto more popular.
https://preview.redd.it/wdqni0y8s0341.jpg?width=900&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=559305cbc911c17b0b4212cf34077649aaeff03b Let’s dream that you are traveling on an imaginary tour. And during the whole trip you have only bitcoins with you. Is it possible to get from point A to point B using cryptocurrency only? Today we can buy, sell, exchange cryptocurrency, and even pay for real items and services with it. Now cryptocurrency is an ultrafashionable digital currency that is still not recognized as an official payment method in different countries. Many countries accept cryptocurrency as something like stocks and securities only but it doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be used as money. Global corporations such as Expedia, Dell and Microsoft are active users of a new payment method. Such way of purchases is not very popular in the world at large at the moment but there are several methods to buy something. https://preview.redd.it/extumj1as0341.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0baec13d233184d8120339430294bcb3ef864b5d First of all, we need to buy tickets, a tour package or book a room in the Hotel. CheapAir, Destina, Expedia, TravelForCoins and some other services will help us to do it. In other words, with a strong desire, you can travel everywhere you want. Secondly, just in case we can get a pool of fiat money for extras. Ultra-modern Bitcoin ATM will help us. About 58 countries have Bitcoin ATMs. The USA, Canada, and Great Britain are on the top of the rating by the number of machines. ATMs are very modern and smart. The interesting fact is that you can find these machines in a small eatery or a grocery store right between alcohol bottles and magazines. https://preview.redd.it/zl82bhdbs0341.jpg?width=850&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ee97f03bb8499a2f82461a4c7a2f8edf32e3a5a4 Thirdly, we have to be ready for the trip and buy a suitcase, a swimsuit or a pair of comfortable shoes. Online shopping will help us with that. There are hundreds of online stores that accept cryptocurrency, for example, Aliexpress, Overstock, Amazon and many others. If stores accept Bitcoin, there will be an orange and white Bitcoin logo on a par with other methods of payment. Everybody should be as attentive as possible in the process of payment for purchases because if a user makes a mistake he can stay without goods and money. Nowadays there are even special platforms like Particl where you can buy goods for cryptocurrency only. The main idea of the Particl ecosystem is the building of a digital marketplace. Users can pay with PART coins or choose other cryptocurrencies to make a deal there. If there are some difficulties with payment in Bitcoins, you will always have an opportunity to buy a gift card online and continue your shopping. One such service of converting cryptocurrency into gift cards is redeeem com. It is a trusted peer-to-peer crypto gift card exchange service. Using Bitcoin and dozens of other cryptocurrencies you will be able to buy something on Amazon, Walmart, or some other global shopping platforms and get a 20% discount or more. https://preview.redd.it/hf0wsbgcs0341.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=223bf8720c1f36bc8fac9f18ea2e75fbb4758a3a Fourthly, you may get bored on the way, so we offer you to download an App and become acquainted with CryptoKitties. It is a game in which you can buy, sell and grow virtual cats and get benefits. This application blew up the Internet. There are no two similar cats, everyone is unique and has a special set of features. The cat seller sets the initial price at the auction and defines its duration. If the cat is on sale for a long time – it’s getting cheaper. It is not necessary to buy a cat, because everyone can create it. Cats owners have to agree on the creation of an offspring. The owner of a female cat will have a new pet and a male cat owner will get Ethereum. Characteristics of a “newborn” cat will depend on 256-bit genes of “mom and dad”. Perhaps you will get hungry on the way, and there is no need to go far to find a place where you can eat and pay in Bitcoin. Everybody knows the Subway fast-food restaurant. It is the first cafe where Bitcoin started to be accepted as an official payment because the founder of the restaurant chain is a big fan of digital currency. Furthermore, if during the trip you want to rent a car for going to see the splendor of landscapes and architecture around, or buy gift certificates for the friend whose birthday you will miss due to travel, there are certain services where you can do it for crypto coins. Maybe, who knows, your final destination called point B is the incredible outer space. Virgin Galactic group calls itself a high-technology company that is looking to the future and claims that bitcoin is our future. The price for a suborbital flight that they offer is 250 000 U.S. dollars or 342 BTC. The space tourism industry is at the initial stage of development now but it has good prospects. https://preview.redd.it/pzrux2ods0341.jpg?width=1159&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bed3fe83683076395fed7813c2cd57f5d76a5caa As you can see cryptocurrency is legal in many countries and the number of places where you can use it is growing every year. If you would like to know more about the services where we can buy something for digital coins, you can take a look at a special service – coinmap org. It covers the whole world and shows how many places have accepted cryptocurrency in your country. You can also check their location there. Welcome to the new decentralized world of cryptocurrency!
https://preview.redd.it/g7tehbcqr0341.jpg?width=900&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fe80fbf90193be89c116cdb30ee460ea298d5f9e Let’s dream that you are traveling on an imaginary tour. And during the whole trip you have only bitcoins with you. Is it possible to get from point A to point B using cryptocurrency only? Today we can buy, sell, exchange cryptocurrency, and even pay for real items and services with it. Now cryptocurrency is an ultrafashionable digital currency that is still not recognized as an official payment method in different countries. Many countries accept cryptocurrency as something like stocks and securities only but it doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be used as money. Global corporations such as Expedia, Dell and Microsoft are active users of a new payment method. Such way of purchases is not very popular in the world at large at the moment but there are several methods to buy something. https://preview.redd.it/nt581mjrr0341.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7e64c4f95c902fd7c05d8b06e2a3622dc69335cd First of all, we need to buy tickets, a tour package or book a room in the Hotel. CheapAir, Destina, Expedia, TravelForCoins and some other services will help us to do it. In other words, with a strong desire, you can travel everywhere you want. Secondly, just in case we can get a pool of fiat money for extras. Ultra-modern Bitcoin ATM will help us. About 58 countries have Bitcoin ATMs. The USA, Canada, and Great Britain are on the top of the rating by the number of machines. ATMs are very modern and smart. The interesting fact is that you can find these machines in a small eatery or a grocery store right between alcohol bottles and magazines. https://preview.redd.it/h9vkgaqsr0341.jpg?width=850&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e6cbc946e6e9504a01554bc3924fdf453da438d6 Thirdly, we have to be ready for the trip and buy a suitcase, a swimsuit or a pair of comfortable shoes. Online shopping will help us with that. There are hundreds of online stores that accept cryptocurrency, for example, Aliexpress, Overstock, Amazon and many others. If stores accept Bitcoin, there will be an orange and white Bitcoin logo on a par with other methods of payment. Everybody should be as attentive as possible in the process of payment for purchases because if a user makes a mistake he can stay without goods and money. Nowadays there are even special platforms like Particl where you can buy goods for cryptocurrency only. The main idea of the Particl ecosystem is the building of a digital marketplace. Users can pay with PART coins or choose other cryptocurrencies to make a deal there. If there are some difficulties with payment in Bitcoins, you will always have an opportunity to buy a gift card online and continue your shopping. One such service of converting cryptocurrency into gift cards is redeeem com. It is a trusted peer-to-peer crypto gift card exchange service. Using Bitcoin and dozens of other cryptocurrencies you will be able to buy something on Amazon, Walmart, or some other global shopping platforms and get a 20% discount or more. https://preview.redd.it/30y8m9dur0341.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f262509d6389339d1c919932279c124a41be6623 Fourthly, you may get bored on the way, so we offer you to download an App and become acquainted with CryptoKitties. It is a game in which you can buy, sell and grow virtual cats and get benefits. This application blew up the Internet. There are no two similar cats, everyone is unique and has a special set of features. The cat seller sets the initial price at the auction and defines its duration. If the cat is on sale for a long time – it’s getting cheaper. It is not necessary to buy a cat, because everyone can create it. Cats owners have to agree on the creation of an offspring. The owner of a female cat will have a new pet and a male cat owner will get Ethereum. Characteristics of a “newborn” cat will depend on 256-bit genes of “mom and dad”. Perhaps you will get hungry on the way, and there is no need to go far to find a place where you can eat and pay in Bitcoin. Everybody knows the Subway fast-food restaurant. It is the first cafe where Bitcoin started to be accepted as an official payment because the founder of the restaurant chain is a big fan of digital currency. Furthermore, if during the trip you want to rent a car for going to see the splendor of landscapes and architecture around, or buy gift certificates for the friend whose birthday you will miss due to travel, there are certain services where you can do it for crypto coins. Maybe, who knows, your final destination called point B is the incredible outer space. Virgin Galactic group calls itself a high-technology company that is looking to the future and claims that bitcoin is our future. The price for a suborbital flight that they offer is 250 000 U.S. dollars or 342 BTC. The space tourism industry is at the initial stage of development now but it has good prospects. https://preview.redd.it/cvldgmivr0341.jpg?width=1159&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4e6044aeddd1fb7baa7baa01e6efc7e7c9d0a403 As you can see cryptocurrency is legal in many countries and the number of places where you can use it is growing every year. If you would like to know more about the services where we can buy something for digital coins, you can take a look at a special service – coinmap org. It covers the whole world and shows how many places have accepted cryptocurrency in your country. You can also check their location there. Welcome to the new decentralized world of cryptocurrency!
https://preview.redd.it/dtnnh69g8u241.jpg?width=900&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=063838691c5dad1a75139b97f001de8c4aacb101 Let’s dream that you are traveling on an imaginary tour. And during the whole trip you have only bitcoins with you. Is it possible to get from point A to point B using cryptocurrency only? Today we can buy, sell, exchange cryptocurrency, and even pay for real items and services with it. Now cryptocurrency is an ultrafashionable digital currency that is still not recognized as an official payment method in different countries. Many countries accept cryptocurrency as something like stocks and securities only but it doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be used as money. Global corporations such as Expedia, Dell and Microsoft are active users of a new payment method. Such way of purchases is not very popular in the world at large at the moment but there are several methods to buy something. https://preview.redd.it/a4t5engh8u241.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=06842c65b7327dab71952397a6371c289441dc6b First of all, we need to buy tickets, a tour package or book a room in the Hotel. CheapAir, Destina, Expedia, TravelForCoins and some other services will help us to do it. In other words, with a strong desire, you can travel everywhere you want. Secondly, just in case we can get a pool of fiat money for extras. Ultra-modern Bitcoin ATM will help us. About 58 countries have Bitcoin ATMs. The USA, Canada, and Great Britain are on the top of the rating by the number of machines. ATMs are very modern and smart. The interesting fact is that you can find these machines in a small eatery or a grocery store right between alcohol bottles and magazines. https://preview.redd.it/g0ur5lfj8u241.jpg?width=850&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0c8430fe184f1ef5dadda9facb0f664a32bc7a72 Thirdly, we have to be ready for the trip and buy a suitcase, a swimsuit or a pair of comfortable shoes. Online shopping will help us with that. There are hundreds of online stores that accept cryptocurrency, for example, Aliexpress, Overstock, Amazon and many others. If stores accept Bitcoin, there will be an orange and white Bitcoin logo on a par with other methods of payment. Everybody should be as attentive as possible in the process of payment for purchases because if a user makes a mistake he can stay without goods and money. Nowadays there are even special platforms like Particl where you can buy goods for cryptocurrency only. The main idea of the Particl ecosystem is the building of a digital marketplace. Users can pay with PART coins or choose other cryptocurrencies to make a deal there. If there are some difficulties with payment in Bitcoins, you will always have an opportunity to buy a gift card online and continue your shopping. One such service of converting cryptocurrency into gift cards is redeeem com. It is a trusted peer-to-peer crypto gift card exchange service. Using Bitcoin and dozens of other cryptocurrencies you will be able to buy something on Amazon, Walmart, or some other global shopping platforms and get a 20% discount or more. https://preview.redd.it/txycsugk8u241.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6ac9faec7deb0b6fa5bd52128debbe96643f65ad Fourthly, you may get bored on the way, so we offer you to download an App and become acquainted with CryptoKitties. It is a game in which you can buy, sell and grow virtual cats and get benefits. This application blew up the Internet. There are no two similar cats, everyone is unique and has a special set of features. The cat seller sets the initial price at the auction and defines its duration. If the cat is on sale for a long time – it’s getting cheaper. It is not necessary to buy a cat, because everyone can create it. Cats owners have to agree on the creation of an offspring. The owner of a female cat will have a new pet and a male cat owner will get Ethereum. Characteristics of a “newborn” cat will depend on 256-bit genes of “mom and dad”. Perhaps you will get hungry on the way, and there is no need to go far to find a place where you can eat and pay in Bitcoin. Everybody knows the Subway fast-food restaurant. It is the first cafe where Bitcoin started to be accepted as an official payment because the founder of the restaurant chain is a big fan of digital currency. Furthermore, if during the trip you want to rent a car for going to see the splendor of landscapes and architecture around, or buy gift certificates for the friend whose birthday you will miss due to travel, there are certain services where you can do it for crypto coins. Maybe, who knows, your final destination called point B is the incredible outer space. Virgin Galactic group calls itself a high-technology company that is looking to the future and claims that bitcoin is our future. The price for a suborbital flight that they offer is 250 000 U.S. dollars or 342 BTC. The space tourism industry is at the initial stage of development now but it has good prospects. https://preview.redd.it/kbfcdnml8u241.jpg?width=1159&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=624e7910029a25cbebbb2ef53bb3d05c2ee0ce02 As you can see cryptocurrency is legal in many countries and the number of places where you can use it is growing every year. If you would like to know more about the services where we can buy something for digital coins, you can take a look at a special service – coinmap org. It covers the whole world and shows how many places have accepted cryptocurrency in your country. You can also check their location there. Welcome to the new decentralized world of cryptocurrency!
Do you know you can use Bitcoin to pay for flights, hotel rooms and car rental services? While this cryptocurrency has been around for a while now, some of the common questions that Bitcoin newcomers often ask include what can you do with it, what can you buy with it, and how can you use it. The answer to these questions is that you can use it to buy almost everything, both online and offline. Buy your flight tickets in a brand new way with CoinFly! Pay with credit card or popular cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin, Ethereum and more. Earn cryptocurrencies the way that you earn miles. Choose your wallet and earn bonus coins for your flights with CoinFly. Your earned coins will immediately be transferred to your wallet. Book your flight and pay for your ticket with any payment method you ... Alternative Airlines is a flight search that allows crypto users to book airline tickets from 600 different airlines online. Example cryptocurrency includes Bitcoin, Ether, Dash and many more. Just make a search for the flights and routes you need and select 'Cryptocurrency payment' option at checkout. Here you will see a range of cryptocurrencies available to pay with on the site. Nowadays, you can buy practically anything with Bitcoin, from VPN services to home goods, to pizza, to plane tickets. Below is a list with some of the top online stores accepting Bitcoin as payment for their products. Microsoft. Microsoft is one of the first tech giants to accept Bitcoin as an official payment method for some of its top products ever since 2014. By adding Bitcoins to your ... Can I buy flight tickets with Bitcoin? Yes, bitcoin and many other cryptocurrencies can be used to pay for airline tickets through Alternative Airlines. Over 600 airlines can be searched and paid with bitcoin at the checkout. Which flights accept Bitcoin? When using Alternative Airlines to pay for flights, you will be able to search over 650 different airlines and use Bitcoin to pay for any ...
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