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Rain lashed against the cabin window as I scrambled for signal bars, fingers numb from the cold Norwegian air. My dream hiking trip had just collided with a nightmare: breaking news of an unexpected ECB rate decision. My entire tech-heavy portfolio was dangling by a thread, and I was trapped on a mountain with nothing but spotty 3G. That familiar dread pooled in my stomach – the kind that comes when markets move faster than your internet connection. I'd been here before: frantically refreshing f -
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Rain lashed against my apartment windows like thrown pebbles last November, each droplet mirroring the restless tapping of my fingers on cold glass. Another canceled flight, another weekend buried under gray skies and isolation. That's when Ivan from Minsk messaged me a single line: "You still hiding from real cards?" Attached was a link to this digital battleground where frostbite couldn't reach us. I tapped it skeptically - another mindless time-killer, I assumed.