Tonight is the last session.
Four meetings, twice a week, every Saturday and Sunday, and somehow it already feels like it's ending too fast.

I signed up for this course again, the same free curriculum I took months ago.
Partly because repetition helps things stick.
But honestly, there's always something new each time I go through it.
Some detail I missed the first round, some question I hadn't thought to ask.

It's still genuinely fun. Still interesting.
And if I'm being honest, I still get confused sometimes too.
Bitcoin has a way of humbling you like that, no matter how many times you've heard it.

But mostly I wanted to be there when the people I invited went through it too.
Watching someone else learn this for the first time is strange.
You forget how confusing it all sounded at the beginning.
Double spending. Fixed supply. Why anyone would trust math over a bank.
Then you see it happen again, in someone else's face this time.

That exact moment when something clicks.
One of my friends finally understood why twenty one million actually matters, not as a number, but as a promise nobody can break.
Another one stopped asking about price and started asking about custody instead.

That shift alone told me everything.
I remember my own version of that moment.
Sitting in my first class, hearing something that quietly rearranged how I thought about money, work, and time.
Watching it happen to someone else hits differently.

Less like teaching. More like handing someone a flashlight in a room you once stumbled through in the dark yourself.

Last session tonight.
Grateful I got to sit through it twice.
Once for myself, and once watching people I care about find their own way in. 🟠

#Bitcoin #MyFirstBitcoin #Nostr #Indonesia #Medicine

A few weeks ago, I started inviting people I know to a free Bitcoin course.
Some colleagues from work. A few friends outside medicine too.

The reactions were almost identical at first.
Polite interest, followed by hesitation.
Isn't that risky. Isn't that just gambling. Don't people lose everything in crypto.
A few asked if this was some kind of trading class.
Charts, signals, buy low sell high.

I understand why they assumed that.
I used to think the same thing myself, before I actually learned what Bitcoin was.

So instead of arguing, I just explained.
This isn't about trading. It never was.
Not the price. Not the charts.
The actual thing itself. Why it exists. What problem it solves.
Why twenty one million matters. Why nobody controls it.

Something shifted after that.
Not everyone signed up right away.
But the hesitation turned into real questions.
And real questions are always a good sign.
A few of them are joining the course now.
Starting exactly where I started a few months ago, in that same free curriculum, except with someone beside them this time who already made the mistakes, wasted the money on expensive classes, learned things the hard way.

Today was the first class.
Tomorrow is the second.
And honestly, I'm glad to be sitting through it again myself.
Some lessons are worth relearning, especially alongside people just starting out.

I'm not doing this to convert anyone.
I'm doing it because I remember how confusing this all was at the beginning.
How much time I lost trying to separate real information from noise.
If I can shorten that path for even one person, that already feels like something worth doing.

Medical school taught me how to treat patients.
Nobody taught me how to protect what I earn.
I'm trying to make sure the people around me don't have to learn that lesson the same slow way I did.

Grateful to @My First Bitcoin and @BitcoinIndo21 for making this free and accessible. 🟠

#Bitcoin #Medicine #MyFirstBitcoin #Nostr #Indonesia

Right when you walk in, if you glance slightly to your right, there's a large corkboard covering almost the entire wall.
- A calendar of events for the month. Posters for workshops and meetups.
- A map showing more than forty Bitcoin meetup groups scattered across Indonesia, from Aceh to Papua, lines connecting cities I didn't expect to see on a Bitcoin map.
- Photos from past gatherings. People sitting together, learning together, faces covered by little Bitcoin logos, privacy respected even here.
- A banner that just said we all are Bitcoin Indonesia.

Off to the side, a long list of names, small tags lined up in rows.
I didn't ask what they meant, but I could guess.
People who showed up before me. People who built this before I ever walked in.
It wasn't just decoration. It was a record of a community actually happening,
somewhere I hadn't known to look before.

I stood there for a while, scanning a QR code here and there, not sure yet what I'll do with all of it, but it felt right to at least have the door open.

I started this account back in April this year, not knowing if anyone was out there.
Reading, learning, writing into what felt like an empty room most days.
Standing in front of that wall reminded me the room was never actually empty.
There's a whole community here, in my own country, thinking about the same things, asking the same questions, building spaces for people like me to walk into and feel less alone.

I came to Bali for something else entirely.
But I'm leaving with this too.
Grateful for the people who built this place.
For the reminder that stacking sats, learning, and showing up was never meant to be a solo project.

Thank you, Bitcoin House Bali. 🟠
@Bitcoin House Bali 🏝️ @BitcoinIndo21

#Bitcoin #Indonesia #BitcoinHouseBali #Nostr #Community

I read about mining for months before that day.
Hashrate. ASICs. Block rewards. Words that made sense on paper but stayed abstract, somewhere in the theoretical part of my brain.

Then I turned toward a corner of that room and there they were.
Small machines lined up on a bamboo shelf.
A sign above them said bitcoin is energy, find a block.
The first one was labeled lottery miner.
Tiny, almost toy-like, quietly humming away.
Long odds of finding anything on its own, but still connected, still contributing, still part of the network in its own small way.

Next to it, something labeled home miner.
A bit larger. A bit louder. Still nothing like the industrial images I'd seen online of massive warehouses full of machines.

Below that, a professional miner sat on its own, clearly built for something more serious than the two above it.

I stood there longer than I expected to,
just watching the small lights blink, listening to the quiet hum.
It's strange how something so small can be connected to something so vast.

Every one of these machines, however tiny or however serious, verifying transactions, securing the same network I've been quietly stacking into for two years.

I didn't know mining could look this approachable.
I always imagined it as something distant, industrial, out of reach.
Standing there, it felt a lot closer than that. 🟠

#Bitcoin #Mining #BitcoinHouseBali #Nostr #Indonesia

Past the wallets and the metal stamps, I found something I didn't expect.

Board games. About Bitcoin.
I picked one up, read the box, put it back down.
Picked up another.
There were a few different ones, each teaching some part of how this all works, through dice, cards, decisions, the kind of thing that makes a concept stick better than any article ever could.

I stood there a little too long, honestly.
Wishing I had someone with me to actually play.
Someone was there running the place, warm and welcoming the entire time.
Busy with other things though, and I didn't want to pull them away just to play a game.

I came to that corner alone.
Which was fine for reading walls and looking at hardware.
But games need people.
Maybe next time I'll bring someone along.
Or better, maybe I'll meet people there who already want to play.

After the games, I sat for a while on a small sofa near the bookshelf.
The Bitcoin Standard was right there beside me, like it had been waiting.
Shelves nearby full of other titles.
Some I'd read. Some I hadn't heard of yet.
Books about financial privacy, about sovereignty, about the history of money itself.

I opened one, read a few pages sitting there, put it back.
Then another.
Not really trying to finish anything.
Just enjoying being surrounded by so much thinking about the same thing I've been quietly obsessing over for two years.

It's a strange kind of comfort.
Realizing how much has already been written, how many people have already asked the same questions I'm still asking, and how much more there still is for me to learn. 🟠

#Bitcoin #BitcoinHouseBali #Nostr #Indonesia #Learning

Between the two walls I wrote about yesterday, there was a third display.
Be your own bank.
I had read those words before. Written about them, even.
But I had never seen them surrounded by the actual tools.

Hardware wallets lined up on a shelf. Trezor. BitBox. SeedSigner.
Names I recognized from months of research, finally in front of me.
Not photos. Not product pages.
Real devices I could pick up and hold.
I've wanted a cold wallet for a long time.

But every time I looked into it, the same obstacles showed up.
The price alone was hard to justify.
They're sold locally too, but most people in the community recommend buying directly from the source instead, to avoid the risk of a tampered device along the way.
Which meant import duties, currency conversion, shipping risk,
and somehow the final cost always ended up higher than expected.

And if I'm honest, there was something else too.
A quiet fear of getting it wrong.
Not fully understanding every step yet.
Worried that one mistake with something this permanent could cost me everything I'd stacked.
So it stayed on my list. Researched, understood in theory, but never bought.

A Jade is on its way to me too, one way or another, sometime soon.
The first real step past all of that, finally.
Seeing its cousins lined up on that shelf felt strangely encouraging.
Like a preview of something already in motion.

Then, below the wallets, something I hadn't expected.
A hammer. Small metal plates. Stamps for engraving letters.
The exact method for backing up a seed phrase in steel, fireproof, waterproof, something I had only read about until that moment.

I stood there thinking about my own seed phrase.
Still on paper. Still vulnerable to something as simple as a spilled cup of water.

Not your keys, not your coins, the sign above the shelf read.
I know that phrase well.
I have written it here myself.
But knowing something and actually doing it are two different things.

I'm getting there.
Slower than I'd like.
But standing in that room, surrounded by everything I still need to do,
it didn't feel discouraging.
It felt like a checklist finally becoming real. 🟠

#Bitcoin #SelfCustody #BitcoinHouseBali #Nostr #Indonesia

Among everything in that room, one display pulled me in first.

An entire wall of banknotes from different countries.
Old bills. Devalued currencies. Numbers with too many zeros to make sense of.
Next to it, a question in bold letters.
Why do you work for paper money the government just prints.

I stood there longer than I expected to.
Because I already knew the answer.
I have watched the rupiah weaken for years.
I have written about it here more than once.
But seeing it laid out like that, currency after currency, country after country,
it hit differently.

This wasn't abstract anymore.
This was a pattern. Repeating everywhere. Across decades.

A few steps to the side, past the self-custody display between them,
I found another wall.

This one titled Bitcoin is freedom.
Real stories. Real people.

Someone in Venezuela protecting savings from hyperinflation.
Someone in Ukraine crossing borders carrying value that couldn't be seized.
Someone in the Philippines sending money home without losing a chunk of it to fees.

And one story that stopped me completely.
Wayan. Indonesia.
A small shop owner accepting Bitcoin payments directly, avoiding currency exchange fees and payment delays.
Someone like the people I see every day.
Someone I could have easily walked past without knowing their story.

Two walls, across the same room.
One showing what happens when money fails people.
The other showing what happens when people find a way out.

I stood there for a while.
Thinking about which side of that story I'm on now, and which side I used to be on before I understood what I was actually holding. 🟠

#Bitcoin #Indonesia #BitcoinHouseBali #Nostr #SoundMoney

I'm in Bali this week for a family matter.

In between everything else, I made sure to set aside one day.
For Bitcoin House Bali.

I knew about this place for a while.
But I didn't know what it would actually look like inside.
I imagined something small. A corner shop maybe. A few posters on a wall.

I was wrong.
From the outside, it's a container. Simple, industrial.
The bottom half painted bright orange.
Bitcoin stickers scattered across the surface.

A small sign that says bitcoiners only.
I smiled reading that.
Walking in, someone inside welcomed me and offered to show me around.
I said yes immediately.

I have been stacking sats for two years now.
Reading, learning, writing about it here on Nostr.
But I never imagined a physical space like this existing in Indonesia.
Not until I was standing inside it.

I'll share more about what I actually saw in the next few posts.
For now, just this feeling.
The feeling of being genuinely surprised that something this dedicated to Bitcoin education exists in my own country. 🟠

#Bitcoin #Nostr #Indonesia #Bali #BitcoinHouseBali

I have been thinking a lot this week.
About what it costs to be a doctor in this country.
Not in tuition fees or sleepless nights.
In something harder to measure.
The emotional weight of showing up every day for people who need you, in a system that is not always designed to protect you back.

We give a lot.
And we are not always taught how to protect what we have left.
Not our time. Not our energy.
Not our financial future.

That is why I have a target.
1 BTC.

Not because I want to be wealthy.
Because I want to be free enough to keep serving.
Without fear. Without running on empty.
Without depending on a system
that has already shown it can fail the people inside it.

I cannot fix everything that is broken.
But I can build something solid underneath me.
So that when I show up tomorrow,
I am still standing.
That is the whole point. 🟠

#Bitcoin #Medicine #Nostr #Indonesia #SoundMoney