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Sinterklaas: O vjerovanju, čokoladnom novcu i odrasli koji još spavaju
Well, well, well. It’s that time of year again in the Netherlands. Not just to celebrate the second Bitcoin Conference in Amsterdam, but also the arrival by steamboat of our red caped Saint, the Holy Man himself, patron of boats, sailors, and little children: Sinterklaas. Yes, he’s the bringer of gifts in the shoes of Dutch kids and swaps a carrot or drawing for a gold ribboned package of your deepest desire. He’s the original boss, Santa's precursor (too bad Murica), and my red pill incarnate.
Još u osnovnoj školi, kada sam još 'vjerovao', bio je Miki, klinac iz razreda, koji je pukao moj magični balon. Bio je duhovit dečko i sa svima je izigravao trikove. Na primjer, pitao bi vas koka-kolu ili sprite, i kakav god bio vaš odgovor, toliko bi vam uvrnuo zglob da biste doživjeli 'šupkanje'. Igranje klikera s njim je također bila loša ideja jer bi se pravila mijenjala (u njegovu korist) dok je igrao, nakon čega sam izgubio sve moje lijepe perle. Naravno da je Micky bio taj koji bi razbio magijsku čaroliju pod kojom sam bio. Mora da nisam bio jedini, jer je on verovatno preplavio ceo razred, ali tog dana sam shvatio: Sinterklaas je bio prevara. I sišao sam sa psihoze u kojoj je bradati stari katolik gurao besplatne poklone kroz moj dimnjak dok je noću konjem putovao po našim dvovodnim krovovima.
Iskreno, nisam to dobro prihvatio. Osjećala sam se glupo i razočarano od svojih roditelja. Kako su mogli da me lažu? Šta sam uradio? Mislio sam da sam fin dečko? U svakom slučaju, nisam im rekao da više ne vjerujem u Sinterklaasa, jer ih nisam htio osramotiti. Također, bilo je lijepo biti na desnoj strani asimetrije informacija, pa sam o tome šutio. Velika greška. Te godine su moji roditelji iznajmili Sinterklaasa i pomoćnike koji su pokucali na naša ulazna vrata. Morao sam ih pustiti unutra i igrati zajedno. Prekasno je za priznanje. Decenijama kasnije moram da slušam roditelje kako govore kako je divno što sam te godine još uvek 'verovao'. Tako sramotno! Prokleti svetac.
Ali koliko je On bio stvaran, kako sam povjerovao u besmislice i kako bolno konačno otkrivanje. Kakva prevara! Trebao sam vjerovati svojim osjećajima u vezi s anomalijama, tako da Micky ne bi morao tako loše da me sramoti. Uzdah.
Fortunately, I have made peace again with my Holy Man. In this demythologized world, I’m grateful the pagan tradition has survived and that every autumn the old bearded red fellow still rides the roofs and cobblestone streets, chucking candy at the youngsters. He’s a trikter god, a benevolent humbug, who explains his scheme and shows the secret, to teach you a valuable lesson for adulthood with its many fake constructs grownups blindly believe. Unfortunately, in adult land, there’s nobody to wake you up. And so we keep on dreaming. Yes, Sinterklaas was very nice indeed, wasn’t he? He’s the tutorial. A free introductory course into the mechanisms of belief, deceit, and psychosis that deceive the eyes. Make no mistake, for that's Sinterklaas' greatest gift.
Užasno malo!
But most grownups have forgotten his teachings. So certain are they. Hear they nothing what he says? With coco futures soaring to all time highs, even the Sinterklaas’ chocolate coins have become a better skladište vrijednosti compared to the euro, pound, or dollar. And yet we keep on believing; patting ourselves on the back for not trusting in myth, fairytale, or Saint, whilst blindly confiding in the world’s greatest paper fantasy. But, you must feel the scam around you. Here, between you, me, the chocolate coin, the peso, everywhere. Yes...even between the land and the steamboat.
Hence the Sinterklaas experience is not just a local tradition but a metaphor for the global initiation into Bitcoin. All fiat freaks are still children in that sense. But without a trickster guardian, who's going to teach them? How will they wake up? When will they realize it is spawned out of thin air? Painful it is to admit one has been fooled. But the most agonizing thing is to be orphaned from the system. Especially when you have never been rugged, this abandonment can be too much to handle, persuading people to remain asleep.
This is why I celebrate my Saint. And I feel sorrow for the ones who have forgotten, where he's been erased from existence. But my trickster survived. He rugged me early, so I could see the rug later. And find my way...to the real.
Zato u oktobru učinite muškarcu zadovoljstvo kada letite za Amsterdam. Bilo da ste fiat fanatik, držač alt torbe ili vam je vreća već napunjena sasovima do ruba; idite kupiti čokoladne žabe, slatki Sinterklaas lik ili paprike sa ukusom šargarepe u supermarketu Albert Heijn. Izvozite njegove čokoladne novčiće širom svijeta i naduvajte svoje slatke fiat prijatelje dok šećer ne raspadne caklinu njihovih netaknutih bijelih zuba. Hvalite čoveka. Poštujte sveca, zaštitnika darova, trikova i tegljača. On želi da se vrati.
Ja vjerujem u njega. I zahvalan sam što sam bio rani inicijator.
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