My first one was not nice enough so please let me try again and give you a clear picture about me.
My childhood was great because I come from a village and we were able to play on the street until it was dark.
Kindergarten days:
When I was 5, I got a metallic blue BMX bike and because my father was a toolmaker, I always found the right tools to do things in the garage.
Because his parents were 'not so nice' to him when he was a boy nobody was able to stop him from finding peace in suicide.
My mom, sister and me:
When I got older I had an Atari2600, C64 and 128. I loved Pirates, Oil Company and Zack McKracken. Later I had a 486.
Then computers became boring and I went to many concerts. Bodycount, NOFX, Bad Religion, Crash Test Dummies,.. and learned guitar playing. I made a school paper together with 2 friends. The one and only first 300 pieces were censored and they made a big fuz about it.
I started working as a wheelchair repair guy and for a year in the videoshop. When I was 18 I went to London and worked there as dishwasher, cleaner, in schools, a stadium etc.
I was driving people around in their wheelchairs for the Red Cross in Berlin as a full-timer, visited clubs, the rush of being 20. I was a waiter in cafe's and hotels, a phone operator, etc.
Mexico was the first country I travelled to, which was really far away. It was amazing. The lush green large leaves, pyramids, and then Guatemala, Livingston, Antigua and the capital.
Because of a few terrible things happening simultaniously I had to ask the government for help.
A dark time started. They said that I could go to the homeless shelter and I was feeling so good that there is help but when I was arriving there it was hell.
After a few months being shocked and begging I started to tell the people poetry and got good feedback.
I was getting proud again and was able to somehow stay above the water, day by day.
I saw Switzerland, Italy, and hitchhiked like a champion.
I was good but the low amount of money took it's toll. Nobody can live like this all the time.
I went to India for 6 months. Wow..
There I was able to get back my spirits. I worked there at the beach for 1 dollar a day, told poetry, it was great.
Back in Europe I went to Amsterdam where I got a bit famous because I met journalists and media people who published about me.
http://m.spiegel.de/reise/staedte/a-471839.html
I spent a summer in Ibiza and my friends played music, danced flamenco and were clowns. I found people who were doing similar things like me. We broke bread together and lived for free near the Castle.
I got a job in the cybersecurity industry through a friend. It was hard work and after a while I knew my way around. I had to grow a beard because this stuff is intense. Where do I stand? What is morally OK for me and what not?
I was able to live in Asia with my low income job. First time since years that I could eat as much as I wanted. Work from home and sip cocktails like, I guess, heiditravels.
After 2 years and 2 continents I got robbed. Everything but my trouser, flip flops and wallet was gone.
I also needed surgery and headed back to Germany.
It was depressing and cold. I didn't have savings and I got terminated from the job. A very hard time, alone on the street.
I visited Portugal and made good friends. To get there I sold all BTC I got and I bought them for 7 euros.
I was always looking for solutions to my problems and joined Daniel Larimer on bitsharestalk.org.
I was a stand-by delegate with liondani and started 8 hours a day full-power BTS marketing. I could not convince the voters although I had plenty of votes.
Paying for advertisement without income? I saw Lovejoy and others passing by. They had the car, equipment and were from the U.S.
I wanted to print on joint papers, was singing to dozens of people a day about BitShares and begged the community to donate to my asset CHATEAUX so I could rent a house and give poor people cheap food and rich people, too. A real homeless shelter / cryptouniversity with dignity. A hostel which gives discounts on smartcoins etc.
But I could not convince enough people.
I got sick in January and didn't have money for health insurance. With a flu working on the street, impossible.
I saw the price of BTS falling. I earned 30 Euro through my show a day but could not find anyone to borrow me money for a flat. ETH rose and I said: OK let's try if we fit better together. Me and ETH.
I sold everything and deleted all accounts. What about helping each other?
For 5 months I didn't follow crypto until 10 days ago when I went to coinmarketcap to check something.
I saw the trippling of the price and bought for my last 100 euros.
Now I'm back and have big plans. Where will we go and how will it be?
I am amazed by Steemit and happy that we made it together. Everyone with his skill and strength.
Peace,
Martin Raum
38PTSWarrior
For shla-rafia Enterprises