“Bitcoin, she said, was not about getting rich fast. It was about not being hungry. About being able to buy bread before its price doubled the next morning. About sending money to her mother in the village without waiting in a bank line that had no cash left. I didn’t know why, but my eyes suddenly filled with tears. Not because María’s life was sadder than mine, but because—for the first time in a long while—I felt understood. She spoke about money, but what I heard was the voice of the same wound. The loss of control. The struggle to survive in an unjust system. The small, fragile hope to live a life of one’s own choosing.” — Bitcoin for the Soul