Hi. I ended up street-homeless in Amsterdam after having broken out of an abusive situation twice in a row and not qualifying for support in my hometown Amsterdam (because I had left Amsterdam, not because of my secret yacht in Monaco).
I'm now also a loud activist. How can I not be?
Once you've been denied support and get pushed in into the bushes, you're on your own. There's no way you will ever go back into the city's horribly stigmatising treadmill for the homeless, having the same civil servants gloat about the deterioration of your physical appearance and your health.
"Liever staande sterven, dan op je knieën leven.” ~ Peter R. de Vries
By the way, that's Angelina - Angie in real life - not Karen. We hold somewhat similar MSc degrees and we both like running our own businesses. We know eachother from an online women's network for women and computers from before I moved to England, even though we've never met. I had my business, she had hers. She sold hers, mine eventually collapsed. We've both started up other business undertakings and we also share a love for horses and other non-human animals.
I made four escape attempts from a pretty bizarre situation in England in 2017 and 2018, on zero money. I made the fifth escape attempt a few years later, while ensuring that I couldn't go back like I had the previous four times. I did nothing wrong. I hadn't made any stupid mistakes that got me into that situation. It didn't concern anyone I was living with or socialising with. I didn't get conned.
By contrast, I do bear the blame for ending up in another abusive situation after that, though I couldn't have foreseen that I would be subjected to so much hate. It simply was incredibly stupid of me to move to Purmerend. Stupid stupid stupid. I had over 17 years in WoningNet and should have held out one or two more months for a regular place in Amsterdam. Purmerend is a small isolated town north of Amsterdam where I was eligible for housing and found myself having first dibs (with 2599 other candidates). I wanted to move on, get my life back on its feet asap. It wasn't to be.
EUR 5412 was my 2024 income as assessed by the Dutch tax authorities. No savings.
So, yeah, I am a very angry person now with no patience left.
If you don't have money, you lose all your human rights. I have seen it twice in a row now. You become less deserving than people's pets.
For those of you who worry that I would only become a burden on the Dutch state if they'd help me: NO.
- I want to leave the Netherlands asap again. It's one thing to be considered a filthy lying thieving migrant abroad. It's quite another to be considered a filthy lying thieving migrant in what is supposed to be your home country - and that's only for starters.
- My various pension payments will kick in and as you will read below, I have the ability to opt for a small lump sum payment for one of them then.
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There are over 11,000 of us in Amsterdam. Those of us who are roughing it are supposed to hide in locations like Flevopark and under metro tracks so that the public isn't aware of our existence and voters' delicate senses aren't offended by the reality of our situation.
Homelessness isn't very pretty, you see. Homelessness goes with muddy shoes, muddy hands and gross hair.
But it's a mere matter of money! Get that!
Oh, man, I was so sick!
In mid November 2025, I was violently ill with food poisoning (video). I'm still recovering. My leg muscles just weren't working any longer because my electrolyte balance was totally out of whack, but ORS (Dutch/English) helps a lot! Phew. It's gonna take a while. I had to stop collecting cans and bottles (trouble walking). The cause may have been out-of-date pistachios! I'd found an entire bag and started eating them in the dark. They can make you really sick, with all the symptoms that I had, I read later.
That's the problem with eating out of garbage cans. Sooner or later, it will bite you in the behind. Even if you have a thorough science background and more knowledge about this stuff than most people.
Poor nutrition also leads to tendon issues and can affect mobility. Oh, wait. Poor people don't have tendons. Only well-to-do folks do.
(English sarcasm)
Yep, I'm without income hence street-homeless. I'm not making it up. I live off what you donate and off collecting cans and bottles (plus a teeny tiny very limited bit of forex trading, which is how I intend to support myself in the future at a larger scale).
I've been homeless for over a year now.
That wasn't the plan. And I still tend to feel pretty ambiguous about donations because I feel that I should be able to support myself. But I can't right now. Without your support, I'm doomed.
Here is where I live, under those tarps. This is a location in Amsterdam Oost, the Netherlands. The neighbourhood is fairly affluent with its Tesla cars, but I ended up here because there's a tourist hostel where I have spent nights in bunk beds when I didn't yet know how to do homelessness best.
Yes, I have had frost and snow here. (video)
I used to sleep on a sheet of cardboard here when the weather was still often really cold; below is a photo of that situation.
Unfortunately, this is also a location with a heck of a lot of condensation. Dew. Everything gets soaked here on clear nights. Anyone with plenty of camping and hiking experience will have tips.
That was on 8 April 2025. I would stick my feet into that box to help shield them from the wind; there's a bit of plastic packaging in it. I would also wrap my lower legs in bubble wrap to beat the cold.
In those days, I still went to the central library in Amsterdam - because of its generous opening hours and its atmosphere - with my two suitcases and my under-seat bag and came back in the evening. Neither my body nor my luggage endured that well. I've made this spot much more liveable over the months. Among other things, it meant that I could start collecting cans and bottles, for income. But none of this was ever the plan.
I've spent nights in all sorts of weird locations, including jammed between stacks of pavement stones and many nights behind/under a container for construction rubbish (at the Suriname museum). I've encountered a few crack cocaine addicts too. I spent five nights on the floor of a toilet cubicle and I also spent nights dozing in a lobby area. I spent two nights in Bankastraat and about five in front of a school between Bankastraat and Madurastraat. I spent about seven nights in the Studio K area. I also spent two nights at Central Station to observe the dehumanising raids that go on there.
Initially, I spent nights in bunk beds at tourist hostels. That's nowhere near as cheap as most people assume and around Easter, this becomes unacceptably expensive. Hostelle in Zuidoost is where I first went, a tip from an Indonesian woman who I encountered in Purmerend. She works as a cook and as an Airbnb cohost. She brought me some food once.
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Below, I mention the names of various civil servants. Before you get your knickers in a twist about that: This is how they deal with our data too. They are happy to share our name, address, phone number and other details with others without us even having the slightest idea.
In March 2025, I spoke with the City of Amsterdam's project leader Nynke Engelhard about the City's policies for preventing and remedying homelessness. She didn't have a clue about what homelessness actually is. She knows nothing about poverty either. She's essentially a politician and wanted to be patted on the back for being so sympathetic towards those awful losers who are homeless. Oh-kayyy. She created an enemy when she shared her fascist thinking with me.
For a slew of reasons, I never want to rent a home again now. It appears that I may need to explain that.
- I don't like being stationary, for example. It can get really boring really really fast, if you don't have money. You become isolated. Your world shrinks immensely.
- Another reason is that I no longer see the point of putting loads of money into the pockets of people and organisations that already have plenty of money, which would now condemn myself to a dull life filled with nothingness. I don't want to watch begonias grow for the rest of my life. One of my cousins runs a large real estate (and investment) firm in the Netherlands. I used to get along well with him when we were teenagers, but I last saw him and last spoke with him in 1996 and that was a coincidence. The magazine Quote has written about him that he likes driving Aston Martins. I don't know if that's true. If so, I don't begrudge my cousin his Aston Martin, but that's where it stops. If his place gets burgled, police will pay attention. It's a very different story for those who are not as well off. Don't we ALL deserve to be able to feel safe in our home? Don't we ALL deserve to live well? My cousin P who is NOT rich and who I've not spoken with since the early 1980s - ten years longer ago - sends me a little each month and it makes a huge difference. He makes me feel not abandoned. Like me, he went into science (retired from Radboud). He adopted his sister's child from abroad after both her parents died. So there is some affinity and a social conscience.
- A third reason has to do with hackers and one of their favourite hobbies... Lock-picking! My locks got picked for over a decade and I never saw it coming. (Neither did Portsmouth Police with whom I discussed that someone had been in my home back in 2010.)
- A fourth reason is that there's such a whopping housing shortage here locally that it would take at least 15 years to get a home again here locally.
- A fifth reason is that I would depend on civil servants for my ability to pay the rent IF I were eligible for support. It's a coercive control system these days. It's really nasty. When you're on these basic social security benefits, you never know whether you will be paid that month. Support can be withheld without prior announcement and without any clear reasons. This is part of what happened to me in Purmerend when I finally did get benefits, far too late. The Netherlands has changed from a guiding, progressive, egalitarian country into a reactionary Orwellian place. Yikes. The Netherlands has become so dysfunctional that it takes medium-sized organisations half a year to replace non-working faucets in their visitor bathrooms yet neighbours and vindictive civil servants can easily have people swatted, without repercussions, because everyone apparently is suspected of something now, particularly if you're poor, of foreign descent, over 55, or simply have ties to other countries the way I do.
- Shall I go on? Shall I mention the insane sound levels that can go with renting a home these days? Yes, I should!
Selfie, 31 October 2025
I know that I look like some kind of weird Kuifje character these days. It cannot be helped. One day this will be in the past. I wear the cap to hide my now truly gross hair. This is what I looked like shortly before I became homeless:
I started dreaming of van life over a decade ago and really regret that I didn't go for it in 2013 when I had enough money after having gotten a small inheritance and won a lawsuit settlement (which I negotiated as a litigant in person with the lawyers for two insurance companies - one of which was for a solicitor's professional indemnity insurance's law firm called Beale in Bristol and the other one was Browne Jacobson LLP in Nottingham while the barrister was based in London - and which I voluntarily split with a home owner who had incurred damages through no fault of her own). Not bad for a learning-disabled old cow with an IQ of 85, eh? I had my reasons for not choosing van life then, but I really should have gone for it.
Van life is often totally unlike what I assume Tesla owners think it is. It can have all the normal comforts such as a bath and a shower. It can give you freedom and a high-quality life. Example: British now former business owner who chose freedom
This level of freedom freaks out most of the Dutch. Dutch people who aren't terrified by the idea tend to already be living abroad, to get away from the rigidity and inflexibility of the Netherlands.
I wrote most of the above on 10 November 2025 and started working on making the rest less messy. I actually can write. It's why Arcadis used to pay me 55 euro an hour exclusive of VAT for my English (and technology) writing skills before I moved to England. Granted, it's very hard to write about yourself, though.
I started this fundraiser in a panic after too many civil servants had let me down badly. The date was 29 December 2024. I was spending my nights on the sofa in an overcrowded apartment in a household with a lot of tension (including a divorce and a pregnancy) and would have to leave on 2 January 2025. I was supposed to have gone into a shelter on 24 December. We'd counted on that.
Civil servants? I'm done with them. At least within this context. In the Netherlands, many break the law as a rule - local policy - and related scandals make the news often. It is now taking a lot of money to help people who've been let down by the Dutch authorities and right the wrongs that were done to them. Civil servants can be really vindictive, too. I don't want to have to live with that. It makes planning anything very hard.
- I'm a Dutch citizen. I was born and raised here, emigrated to the States in my mid-thirties, came back a few years later, but emigrated to the UK in 2004.
- Technically, I became homeless in the Netherlands on 29 October 2024. It's a long story. Go to the blog post on my website about my experiences with gerontophobia in the Netherlands. I've pinned it, but I will mention getting swatted as directed by civil servants and having civil servants climb onto my balcony via my neighbours' balcony to give you a quick idea of the craziness I was faced with. Why they did that? No idea! I received no explanation and no apology. It scared me to find a stranger standing in front of my open balcony door. The person who was with her stayed behind. Her name is Roos Boers and I've always found her abusive; I've done my best to avoid her as much as possible. She's an awful bitch. Six other civil servants that I dealt with there were also abusive, three of them offensively so. One was Annica van Rijn, another one was a Ms Van Schie and a third one used to work at a collection agency but also ran a home decorations shop. Her name is Bodine Timp. One of her colleagues at the municipality used to work at the same collection agency. A guy who I met with once seemed to be decent, by contrast, but he appeared to have been told that I was learning-disabled. (That's when EJ - who is now based in Belgium where her husband is a professor and who has known me since 1988 - suggested that I might want to engage a lawyer.) His colleagues had already really put me off, however. I wasn't even supposed to have been in that day when these crazy civil servants decided to climb onto my balcony - I was late leaving for Limburg - and I rarely locked the balcony door, partly because the lock was hard to operate. Like I said, these civil servants had been pretty abusive from the start, which is why I avoided them as much as possible. I'd been in touch with both the police and the national ombudsman about it. I filed a complaint but the gemeente merely shrugged. Clearly, I HAD to leave. I couldn't possibly have stayed there. So I went to my Dutch hometown next. Amsterdam.
- On 24 December 2024, I was told that I was not eligible for any support from the city of Amsterdam, where I spent most of my years as an adult in the Netherlands. I was, however, supposed to have gone into a shelter that day and my registered address and basic social security benefits (bijstand) were supposed to be taken care of too. It completely ruined Christmas for the people I was staying with. (For the doubters among you: The civil servant I spoke with that day was Fatima Ata at Gemeente Amsterdam. It's NOT, I repeat: NOT, I repeat: NOT her fault; she and her colleagues are merely implementing city policy. I'd had previous meetings and communications. The second person I spoke with at JvG 323b was a philosophy grad; I think his name was Jeroen. I'm mentioning names because people have a tendency to think that you're making stuff up, if you're homeless, and that is partly because a lot of people believe in the tooth fairy and Santa Claus and fall for political cosmetics.
- I started this fundraiser on 29 December 2024. It was intended for a VAN (or minivan or miniminivan) to move into and about three months of support to get myself back on my feet. The idea was to raise the money that I needed within a matter of weeks.
So now I have to keep raising the funding amount that I'm looking for. Because the fundraiser has been keeping me alive, literally, but hasn't ended my homelessness yet.
And so I have to keep editing the text too, ha ha.
Sure, the funds I have received since the start might have been enough to realize my practical goal, had I received the money all at once - but I didn't.
Instead, I've been street-homeless since the end of Feb/start of March 2025. I live among the nettles, the moles and the rats. The rats are surprisingly well-behaved, inquisitive and playful. The moles? Not so much.
Yes, I cope. After all, I'm a geologist among other things. (MSc with distinction from VU University Amsterdam, among other things.) When you're on fieldwork, you sometimes have to rough it too. I have a small tent in my storage unit, but it (the lines) wouldn't fit here and the tent would also make me more visible and potentially invite trouble.
The donations have been keeping me alive - thankfully - but started fizzling out. In September 2025, I was really struggling again for example, financially.
I have no savings (partly because I went to university later in life). I have no income other than donations, the occasional small royalty payments from work I did in the past (LIRA, Amazon, Udemy), which is really peanuts, the proceeds from collecting returnable cans and bottles and trading fx CFDs with a trading capital of 50 to 200 euros. For practical reasons, the latter is very hard to do in my circumstances, however.
Collecting cans and bottles usually brings in 1 to 4 euros per round and is actually quite fun. I buy food and tissues and coffee sticks from the proceeds and anything else that I can manage.
I made 17 bucks on one day during Sail but that's unusual.
I used to get up at 5 to 5:30 until the days started shortening and it was still too dark at those hours. I collected cans and bottles up to four times a day, walking many kilometers, occasionally wearing myself out so badly that I could barely still lift my feet - literally - and needed to take a few days off. This eventually became too much. I have a minor issue with my left foot and I have a minor inherited congenital spinal deformity which was often really getting in the way now. I have been doing a lot of lifting, lugging and spine-twisting for over a year now.
Street-homelessness is extremely exhausting. People have no idea. People who "work with the homeless" usually have no idea either.
The learning curve is steep. You have no idea what to do and you are often in a state of panic. At first, you also can quickly become sleep-deprived, which doesn't help. People around you are rarely helpful. Homelessness is treated as if it's a contagious form of terminal cancer. Incurable. People respond with panic. Few if any come up with practical ideas. Some become a little abusive.
Homelessness is surrounded by an industry, just like household debt and poverty. An example? In the Netherlands, the governmental household debt counselling industry generates a turnover of EUR 17 billion per year. The total amount of household debt in the Netherlands is only 3.5 billion per year, by contrast. (Data source: City of Arnhem as quoted in news items.)
In November 2025, I spotted this:
Yet they can't even arrange toilets...
Homelessness is the domain of consultants. Huge amounts of money get spent on reports and trips and meetings and policing and security staff and projects like Sheltersuit - which only seek to prolong homelessness and make homelessness more expensive - and are gained from referrals, grants, client payments, subsidies and government budgets.
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On 13 August 2025, my most recent shower was on 22 April 2025 and that was 6 to 8 weeks after the previous one. I'd gotten used to having itchy, flaky skin with many insect bites, to wearing the same clothes for weeks and lots of other stuff that is very strange at first. I'm fine. I've meanwhile found solutions for my natural excretion needs and I've also found ways to stay clean when I don't have access to a shower. (Update: A woman in this neighbourhood spontaneously asked me if I wanted to come over and shower one day and so, on 26 August 2025, I was able to have a shower again and I wash my hair. The woman turned out to be pretty scatterbrained, however, so I left it at that.)
On 25 May 2025, by contrast, I turned out to have pooped in my pants like a toddler. Not because I don’t know how to use a toilet - heck, see my CV - but because I didn’t have access to one. I guess I should add something like "courtesy the mayor of Amsterdam, as she feels that the street-homeless do not need more support and should hide out of sight, in a nicely utilitarian fashion so as not to upset the delicate senses of the more fortunate". I was waiting for the local library to open at 1pm.
But I HAVE a toilet! It is sitting in my storage unit in that small town north of Amsterdam, along with many other items intended for life on wheels.
Remember? My life on wheels was supposed to have started in December 2024. I had prepared for it. I had expected to need my storage unit for no more than a month.
I’m like a tortoise on my back.
Please put me back on my feet now.
I’ve been struggling with my arms and legs flailing in the air long enough now. I can walk. I don’t need to be taught how to walk. I can sprint. I just need to be put back on my feet again - and that takes money. Money is all it takes.
The problem is not homelessness.
Homelessness is a consequence.
The problem is lacking the money that I need to be able to move forward with my life, out of homelessness.
My situation is not like having terminal incurable cancer. This situation is fixable. I don't want to confuse people with my strange and highly muddled story and make them wonder, but neither do I want to be accused of having misled people later. My story is not straightforward.
But, no, I am not for example up to my neck in credit card debt and I am not a cocaine addict or alcoholic. I do not have schizophrenia. I am not psychotic or even chaotic. I am highly educated and quite capable, so no, I am not learning-disabled. Unfortunately, these are automatic assumptions many people jump to when they hear that you're homeless.
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Planning
As soon as I have a minimum of EUR 4000 available, I will:
- Check into a cheap hotel that I've already picked for about a week
- Make myself presentable again
- Hunt for a vehicle and do everything to it that needs to be done such as install insulation and if needed rear-view video (as well as arrange insurance and road tax)
- Clean up my current dwelling site and leave nothing behind
- Empty my storage unit and install myself in the vehicle, preferably without needing to continue renting a smaller storage unit
- Make sure I can support myself for at least the next three months after having moved into the vehicle
- Focus fully on trading as income source from then on but also build up my health (cardiovascular and resp)
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What I will do in the future
My state pensions (UK, NL, and possibly a tiny bit from the US) will start kicking in in a few years when I turn 67. I will likely be able to start my UK pension 6 months before I turn 67 (likely around 400 pounds per month). My Dutch state pension will pay me around 900 euros per month. I will also be able to get a small lump sum payment from a Dutch pension fund then (about EUR 5000; afkoop klein pensioen). I've been in touch but I cannot receive this any earlier. It concerns ABP.
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What I need for van life
- A vehicle to live in, such as a pre-2008 Opel Agila/Vauxhall Agila or bigger, but preferably something larger, more long-term. Minimum cost: EUR 2000. Advantages of the Agila, however: It runs on petrol (gas), is low in taxes and insurance and easy to drive. It is a miniminiminivan. I downloaded the dimensions. The back needs to be empty (van model) or emptied (seats removed). I can sleep in it diagonally and there is some underfloor storage that probably will allow me to place my feet in it while sitting on the pallets that I would use as my sleep platform. Other pallets would use as storage solutions; I found a nearby supplier of small pallets where you can make an appointment to collect your pallets and thus save on shipping. Besides... I no longer have a delivery address. That said, while spacious, the Agila is small and might not enable me to give up on my storage unit yet. I certainly would not be able to do laundry in an Agila even though I have a twin tub sitting in my storage unit too.
- A CityPlus gym membership for at least 6 months so that I can shower and stay clean would be really nice RIGHT NOW. CityPlus membership means that I can use any SportsCiTy facility; it only is 2 bucks or so per month more expensive than restricting myself to one specific facility. If I pay on a per month basis (Flex), it's ten bucks more expensive per month. I would love to be able to sign up for one year, which would be about 400 euro. They have different options and those options change from time to time. https://www.sportcity.nl/lidmaatschap
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My status
People sometimes conclude that I must have dementia when I tell them that I am officially based in England. I have settled status with indefinite leave to remain in the UK.
In the Netherlands, you lose your status after three months or so because of all these rigid strict rules related to registering at an address and not even being able to give various Dutch organizations a CORRESPONDENCE ADDRESS as almost everything related to your address can only be done by the authorities here. By contrast, I can be away from England for five years without losing my status.
My passport was due to expire at the start of 2025. Because of a series of threats issued by vindictive civil servants at the stinking toxic municipality of Purmerend, the tiny isolated town to the north of Amsterdam where I officially stayed for about a year and had already been subjected to pretty wild behaviours from said civil servants, I couldn't renew my passport there. That left only the option to renew my passport as a Dutch citizen living abroad (in a "grensgemeente"; I picked one that had a short processing time and was easy to travel to by public transport). As a result, the Dutch authorities officially believe that I am in England whereas the British think I am currently in the Netherlands.
I've remained a tax resident in the UK where my 2024 income was zero. The Dutch tax authorities assessed my 2024 Dutch income as EUR 5412 - mostly "toeslagen" - and my taxable foreign income as zero. Nope, I'm really not hiding a yacht in Monaco.
The Netherlands and I don't really click and that's not going to change. So many things are impossible here. The weather here is not good for me either. I like Dutch drinking water, however. It tastes good. That's mostly a matter of geology.
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My address
I had arranged a paid correspondence address in Amsterdam, but Post.nl wouldn't accept this as my new address. I currently can no longer afford this.
I also had paid for an English address for a full year, but it turned out that the British service organisation in question assumed that I had a Limited Company in the Netherlands. I cancelled and got a refund.
Packages sent to my old address in Purmerend may or should be automatically forwarded to a post.nl collection point in Amsterdam but I have not tested this and it would not work for letters, only parcels.
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Examples of what the donations have accomplished besides keeping me alive
- Pay for my storage unit, currently EUR 67.10 per month
- Pay for my phone and internet access
- Buy a new suitcase, and buy another suitcase for my laptop later
- Buy a hoodie with zipper (9 euro) and shoes (17 euro)
- Use public transport when needed
- Renew my passport in the city of Maastricht (EUR 270 including train tickets)
- Spend nights and shower at tourist hostels such as Hostelle in Amsterdam-Zuidoost, as well as Generator and StayOkay in Amsterdam Oost (at EUR 15 to 40 per night, in the off-season at the start of 2025 when it was still cold and I was learning how to be homeless, expecting not to be homeless for long)
- Buy tarps
- Have a shop look at my laptop and help me close the battery cover again
- Buy a puffer coat - at a discount - that also serves as blanket
- Buy ORS and kefir after I fell ill with food poisoning
- Pay the fees on my bank accounts
- Buy a new powerbank
- Etc
For those of you who wonder, "PS" is a cousin and yes, I have two younger siblings. I cut off contact with them decades ago. I did reach out, but as expected, they're not interested. They've always been rather materialistic and we don't seem to have anything left in common.
For the sake of comparison, if I had been assessed as eligible for financial support, I would be receiving a little over EUR 850 per month.
Google's AI gave me the following incorrect result in November 2025 and the figures given in Metro in 2024 aren't correct either.
So you can see that my situation is "dweilen met de kraan open". Being homeless is not cheap, even though you usually don't pay rent.
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Other things that I need
- I have several broken phones. The USB-C port on one phone (FOSSiBOT F105) and the screen on another (Alcatel 5031G) is broken and is now very slowly disintegrating, but I will also need a phone (or dongle) that does later-version NFC for yet another new ID app to identify myself for my tax returns etc in the UK. I was using the FOSSiBOT for trading because it has such a giant battery. I've tested it; it's fine.
- My laptop has issues too. It won't charge any longer so I have to plug it in to be able to use it. They checked it in a shop and could see that there was no current. They felt that I needed a new mobo or laptop, but because of the extreme mechanical wear-and-tear, I cannot rule out that there is a loose connection somewhere and I don't think that they checked for that. I initially thought that the cold nights at the start of the year killed the battery but the battery is fine. The laptop has space for two batteries.
- New suitcase for my laptop. The wheels are so worn that I have to half-carry it now. Can't do a lot of regular weight-carrying any longer - is asking for problems - so it has to be on wheels. Action's are great. I should probably have gotten one from Action when I replaced my BenQ case before when the wheels of that one broke down. I won't really need it any longer once I have a vehicle, of course. I do my best to buy or collect (from the streets) only items that I can also use a lot in van life.
- I probably rather foolishly hope to manage on my own soon enough my dental treatment for a broken off molar
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I am also using my experiences to serve as a homelessness/ equality/ povertyism/ gerontophobia activist. The interactions this results in and how this affects me, it sometimes reminds me of when performance artist Marina Abramović said that the public could do what they wanted to her, when the public then really did so and for example spat at her.
The GoFundMe platform is quite clunky on the fundraiser side. So, see also this free WordPress.com site with my PayPal link, my Wise tag as well as a link to this GoFundMe page plus background information about homelessness in the Amsterdam and the rest of the Netherlands.
You should also read this:
https://nos.nl/nieuwsuur/artikel/2557398-donatieplatforms-onder-toezicht-maar-de-grote-jongens-doen-niet-mee
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Thank you!
