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Sinterklaas: O vjerovanju, kovanom novcu od čokolade i odraslima 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.
U osnovnoj školi, dok sam još 'vjerovao', Micky, klinac iz razreda, bio je taj koji je probio moj čarobni balon. Bio je smiješan dječak i svima se šalio. Na primjer, pitao bi vas coca cola ili sprite, i kakav god bio tvoj odgovor, on bi ti zavrnuo zglob tako jako da bi osjetio 'šuštanje'. Igranje klikera s njim također je bila loša ideja jer bi se pravila promijenila (u njegovu korist) tijekom igranja, a zatim bih izgubio sve moje lijepe perle. Naravno da je Micky bio taj koji bi razbio magiju pod kojom sam bila. Zacijelo nisam bio jedini, jer je vjerojatno izbio cijeli razred, ali tog sam dana shvatio: Sinterklaas je bio prevara. I izašao sam iz svoje psihoze u kojoj mi je bradati stari katolik gurao besplatne darove kroz dimnjak dok je noću na konju putovao našim dvovodnim krovovima.
Iskreno, nisam to dobro prihvatio. Osjećao sam se glupo i razočarano roditeljima. Kako su mi mogli lagati? Što sam učinio? Mislio sam da sam dobar dečko? U svakom slučaju, nisam im rekao da više ne vjerujem u Sinterklaas, jer ih nisam želio posramiti. Također, bilo je lijepo biti s desne strane informacijske asimetrije, pa sam šutio o tome. Velika pogreška. Te su godine moji roditelji iznajmili Sinterklaas i pomoćnike koji su nam pokucali na vrata. Morao sam ih pustiti unutra i igrati s njima. Prekasno za priznanje. Desetljećima kasnije moram slušati roditelje kako govore kako je divno što sam te godine još uvijek 'vjerovao'. Tako neugodno! Prokleti svetac.
Ali kako je On bio stvaran, kako sam vjerovao u besmislice i kako je bolno konačno otkriće. Kakva varalica! Trebao sam vjerovati svojim predosjećajima oko anomalija, kako me Micky ne bi morao toliko osramotiti. 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 varalica 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.
Nestašno 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.
Stoga u listopadu učinite muškarcu zadovoljstvo kada letite u Amsterdam. Bez obzira jeste li fanatik fiata, alternativnog držača vrećice ili imate već do ruba napunjenu vreću od vreće; idite kupiti čokoladne žabe, slatki Sinterklaasov lik ili malo paprenjaka s okusom mrkve u supermarketu Albert Heijn. Izvezite njegove čokoladne novčiće po cijelom svijetu i napuhavajte svoje slatke fiat prijatelje dok šećer ne uništi caklinu njihovih netaknutih bijelih zuba. Slava Čovjeku. Poštujte sveca, zaštitnika darova, trikova i ruglinga. Želi se vratiti.
vjerujem u njega. I zahvalan sam što sam bio rani inicijator.
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