I flew to Sarajevo, Bosnia with £176 left to my name.
In the infested mountains where a landmine can go off at any minute. My safety net is the extra 160 Bosnian Marks from an ATM that looks like its seen WW1 & 2 but won't make it to a third.
Why the fuck am I here?
I'm here to get rich. Filthy rich. I'm here to make venture capitalists fall to their knees and cut cheques.
I'll explain.
You remember that thing you always wanted to do? That thing you've been avoiding. That thing you're too pussy to pull the trigger on. That dream you gave up on to take orders from some boss who probably does coke on the weekends.
Want to be that geezer telling "I could've" stories?... Then continue scrolling on TikTok or whatever app that looks like it.
You're either somebody or you're nobody.
Want to know who you are? Good. Put your back against the fucking wall so you can hear the wolf knocking at the door.
That's why I'm here.
To write code intended to be my billion-dollar company while building an agency that's set to rake in $20K a week. Then I'll sell both, give the money away, and do it all again.
Follow the journey here.
Tesfa Haile