I invested in Haedal currency, and I lost trust... and reason... and some hair.

I entered when the price reached $0.0816, and I said: "By God, this is the golden opportunity!"

Then it rose to $0.2038, and I said: "Now I have become a businessman, prepare an interview for me with Bloomberg!"

But I didn’t sell, because I – proudly – belong to the group of "to the moon or to the grave."

It dropped to $0.175, then started swaying like a ballet dancer suffering from seasickness.

I watch the red candles like they are warning signals from the central bank:

"Return before you lose everything... even your dignity."

Now I own a thousand Haedal coins, and three lessons in life:

1. Don’t chase the candles, they might burn.

2. Don’t believe in any currency whose logo features a bear wearing sunglasses.

3. If Telegram tells you "strong project," run away immediately.