I am 40 years old and I live in a retirement home in Alicante. I live where all the people around me have grey hair, if they have any. It is not actually a retirement home, but a summer home community which is popular with retirees in this area. The people around me call me “the young one” and the word on the street here, is that I “do bitcoins”.
I am a programmer and I once bought half a bitcoin and gave it to my younger brother, who later sold it and bought a hot dog for the profit. If he had waited a few more years he could have bought a car, or I guess he would have just lost it. I am not sure if that qualifies for “doing bitcoin”.
In my community there are 100 apartments and I feel like I know maybe 10 of them.
Out of those 10 apartments that I know, 4 people have died. Out of those 4 apartments, 2 of them started dating after losing their partners. The dating pool is rough here.
Once per year we meet to vote on issues, and one year everyone voted that they wanted to have a defibrilator and put it near our swimming pool. I was on the committee at that time and I voted against it because I was not sure if it was needed, if something would happen we would just call the ambulance. I thought no one, especially a +70 year old person on the 4th floor would bother to run outside and down 4 floors to get the defibrilator when in need. But anyway, a big majority voted yes and we bought the device.
Then came the day that we should go to the first aid seminar and learn how to actually use the device, and only 5 apartments showed up. Out of 100 apartments that wanted that device, only 5 actually wanted to learn how to use it. I guess they voted yes to that device so that I could save their own asses, not so they could save someone else.
2 years later on a normal Sunday we heard screaming in the apartment next to ours, there was a Belgian lady calling ‘Papi papi’ or something. They did not live there, they were just renting that apartment over a weekend. We went over to try to help and the security gate next to the door was locked so her hands were waving out like she was a prisoner asking for something.
She opened the gate to let us in and then she went outside for a smoke, while my wife helped her call the emergency 112 and was not sure what was going on. Then my wife and I went inside and saw her husband holding her father in his arms in the bathroom unconscious and he was bitchslapping him. I am not a doctor and I have watched a few movies, but I am not sure that a good bitchslapping can save lives. I started CPR while talking with 112 on the phone, and the son-in-law tried mouth to mouth on his +70 year old father in law. My wife went to get the defibrilator, hooked it up and it started doing its thing. 10 minutes later the the police came and took over and we went back to our apartment. 5 minutes after that the paramedics came, I saw them walking so slowly that I thought the person had died. A few days later we heard that the person actually lived for a few days but then passed away in the hospital.