I am busy looking around Otres for a right place, but price here are astronomical. 200 times more expensive then in some local rural areas. Otres is kind of Cannes or Las Vegas if you want to compare it. It's still a fisherman village but chinese are buying land and building hotels and casinos. In the night it's starts to look like Vegas. In the day you can see dusty clay road leading you to the luxuries hotel.
Filip is busy opening his steemit account. He will stay here on the ground in area of Kampot, where he will starts to look for a piece of land. SatoshiSchool will be gathering steem dollars to finalize the transaction. In few weeks i am going back to Europe. I will stay there for two weeks and I will set up foundation for Satoshi school so it's can own 49 percent of the land that we will purchase in Cambodia. Then I can get back ready when will find a land.
I find already few people here on the ground who likes the idea and they are ready to volunteer. To make it successful i know i have to find people on the ground who are here already and who plan to stay here long terms. I find already few. When Rachel from TheRedRoad Fundation bought her land it's took them 1.5 year to start building school. But she had to spend 6 months in the year looking for donations. We figured that out already.
https://theredroadfoundation.org/
https://www.facebook.com/rachel.t.riggio
When I get back here in late March i will rent a house close to the school and I will open Bitcoin trading caffe with a volunteers charity point in the closest city of Kampot. Life can be great when you know what you want to do.
I know now but believe me, I didn't know that some time ago. I was always lucky in some way. I was born in Poland in the golden era of polish socialism. In 1970 polish government pacificated shipbuilders In Gdansk killing few in the proces. From this workers movement later Solidarity was born and it's lider Nobel Peace Prizes winner Lech Walesa who will come back to crash the system 11 years later. All systems last for a short time, usually not even a lifespan of the single person, but those systems dictates and often runs a way we live. There I was in the middle of the fights of systems. They all promise Us something, after we listen then it's too late. In my time it was golden era, Poland get billions of dollars from USA and they could buy all kind of stuff, the Party feel up the shops with goods. It's last for 4 years then money was finish and shops starts to be empty and prizes starts to go up. We all remember what's happened during the French Revolution when they made higher price of bread. It's took me some years to realized it, but when I was 13 I find out that every time my mother wanted to go to NRD or Czechoslovakia she needed her passport to be pick up at the Police office. They didn't trust us citizens to keep our passports at home, they were afraid we will all escape.
Finally I had my chance. When I turn 18 I could apply for my own passport. I went to study ecology and I wait. Few months later it was ready. I decide to finish a year of study and summer of 1989 I left Poland. I had a great goodbye party with family and friends, for them I was living just like any polish person left Poland in through the whole 20 century. We had few waves of emigrants leaving, never to come back. Everyone was crying, my mother the most. They knew once my 3 months visa will be over I can't come back to Poland without landing in prison. I took a bus with a friend to Frankfurt in West Germany next day and we were hitchhiking until we end up in the kingdom of The Netherlands. We decide to stay there. I find many friends. I had no working visa so I had a lot of time. Most of my friends where students. I figured out that I can go with them to the university for free, so I did. I fall in love, I had a relation, we live together but I was still not allowed to work. It was one of the best things that happened to me. I had to learn how to live without a work. Working was illegal for me. By the end of this year unthinkable happens. Berlin Wall was broken and socialism in Europe was over. All that crying when I was living was not needed, if we only knew.
I will come back to this story later in time. Now it's 25 later and if I only knew. This phrase is very often appearing in my live. Together with some other phrases: Never say Never and Good is not too good.
Still writing the end of the story...
The End of The Story
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