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"Pizza is the only circle that makes people completely happy, even if it's square in a box." They say pizza was born in Naples in the 18th century, but in my life, it appeared much later — around 2010. Before that moment, my culinary standards were so simple that bread with sugar was already considered a luxury dessert. So, my introduction to pizza was a cultural revolution for me. In front of me lay a round dish in a square box, cut into triangles. I looked at it as if it were a puzzle from Satoshi Nakamoto: "Solve it — get 10,000 BTC."
I was especially troubled by etiquette. I tried to eat pizza with a fork and knife, but the cheese stretched as if it didn't want to let me into adult life. One slice even folded in half and fell right onto my lap. That’s when I realized: pizza isn’t eaten “correctly.” Pizza is eaten happily. With your hands. And preferably with the expression of someone who just saw a green BTC candle after three months of decline.
But the most epic story was the first delivery. The ad promised: "Delivered in 10 minutes!" We believed it. After 20 minutes, we were still joking. After 40 — we started looking out the window for the courier as if waiting for a spaceship to return. After an hour, hunger began to change our psyche. One friend said he smelled pizza. Another said he saw it in the clouds.
And then, after almost two hours, the phone finally rang.
— Good evening, this is the pizza delivery.
— Good? Sorry, but we've already aged.
— I'm almost at your building.
— “Almost” — is that like BTC “almost” at 1 million?
— No… it’s like GPS “almost” found your entrance.
— Where are you now?
— Honestly… I don’t even know myself anymore. There are three identical buildings here, a cat is looking at me with disapproval, and the navigator sent me into some bushes.
— So, did you at least save the pizza?
— I’m pressing it to my heart like the last cold asset in a bear market.
We ran outside to meet him almost like a movie hero. The courier was standing in the yard, disheveled, with a box in his hands and the look of someone who just completed Dark Souls on the hardest difficulty.
— Your pizza…
— Is it alive?
— Physically — yes. Emotionally — I’m not sure.
— Why so long?
— There was a traffic jam at first. Then an old man on a bicycle overtook me. Then the GPS said: “You have arrived,” — and pointed at a tree. And then I realized I had been carrying the pizza upside down the whole way…
We silently looked at the box. Inside, the cheese looked as if it had survived an earthquake, and the sausage had shifted continents. But the smell… the smell was divine.
We sat down to eat right in the middle of the kitchen, without plates, without napkins, and with the greatest hunger in the world. The pizza was already cold, but after such a quest, it tasted like the food of gods. At that moment, I understood: the most delicious pizza isn’t necessarily hot. The most delicious is the one you waited for so long that you start to value each slice like early Bitcoin.
And now, when I hear the story of those legendary 10,000 BTC for two pizzas, I no longer laugh. Because I know: the true value of pizza isn’t in the price. It’s in the people, the stories, and in that same courier who is still wandering between buildings somewhere, trying to find entrance №1. 🍕🚀
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