New Steemian: Phone stolen 10 hours after signing up / Why they call me a miracle
I am not only showing the people around Amsterdam but also help them when they have a problem. Last night I met a very friendly young French man. He asked me where I will sleep and I told him about my hostel for that night. After showing him the lady worker with the nicest booty in town, and a Coffeeshop with a good feeling we went to the hostel and had a couple of joints in the big smoking area before heading to the dormitory to get some sleep.
In the room was only one more person, who fell asleep in his clothes. He must have had a hard day and/ or a good amount of drinks.
When I woke up after a few hours of sleep I saw that the French tourist was not in his bunk bed, the other guy was sleeping in the same position as when I have seen him last time.
Good Morning
The man who cleans the room was already working the sheets (lol), the new friend was waking up in his bed and the man who passed out in his clothes was gone. So was the mobile phone of the Frenchman.
My first thought wasn't "fuck, he signed up on Steemit yesterday and now he has to make a new account", no, I was feeling his pain and at the same time could only wonder why he didn't put his phone under the sheets. He just left it next to him on the bed and fell asleep.
After checking the CCTV at the reception and going to the police which took several hours, we walked around in the freezing city and soon entered a warm and smoker friendly bar.
He has the questions many young people have in his age. I am almost 40 and already on the next level in the game of life.
I told him that I once helped a man who spilled his methadone. I applied my knowledge about herbs and helped him to buy Kratom, a plant that works similar to opiates and takes away the monkey that comes with opiate addiction (once you are running out of the stuff). He called me a miracle in Italian and since then a few people thanked me like him for helping them.
To make money with other people on the street is impossible when the street is icy and the wind harsh. I have to pace around and give my best to convince the people to pay for my show. With newbies next to me it is difficult because they don't have the presence and experience and only "stand around". That makes that the people walk further. Me and my new friend from France then went our own ways.
Whoever has the phone could also own the Steemit account 
So because I help the people in these situations they call me a miracle, a good man, and so on and I am a bit proud and know that I am doing the right thing.
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I am not always that strong. Yesterday or two days ago two people started fighting with their fists and it was so much power behind it that I searched for a safe spot somewhere around the corner. I could not go in between. Two minutes later the police arrived and I was on the way to the supermarket.
Now I am back to normal. The hardware is charging and the reefer is burning. I was sick the last ten days. All the money handling, the tourists from all over the world... my body was busy to fight the bacteria, viruses, molds and whatever else wants to eat humans.
I allowed myself to take this picture from Andrei and 
That's it for today. Wishing you the best,
shla-rafia enterprises 2017/01/16, Amsterdam
