Got in early morning. Metro was slow but direct. The flat’s in the same building I used last time. Different unit. Top floor. Clean, quiet, no surprises.
Keys were in the lockbox like agreed. No issues.
Dropped my bag, took a shower, and walked down to the café near the pharmacy. Still there. Same vibe, same prices. Sat outside and watched the street for a bit.
Unpacked after. I like having everything in place. Makes it easier to think.
Walked past the locker. I’ll check it tomorrow. Should still have everything I need. Been a while.
A Berlin contact reached out last week. He wants €30K in notes for €10K in Bitcoin. We’ve worked before. Never met. Don’t plan to. I know what it’s for—he’s a smart guy. Keeps things small, simple, and under the radar. I like working with people like that.
I used to keep journals—pen, paper, the whole thing. Burned them when they filled up. Not because of what was in them, just didn’t want anything physical that pointed back to me. Thought I’d try putting it here this time. Out of reach, but close enough to track what matters. Until I delete it.
That’s it. Back in Lisbon. Just settling in.