In high school, during our mischief days, the gang and I used to save our weekly allowance to go out, to make money for the big vacation. I used to go and give it to my uncle Sayed, my uncle's friend, at the coffee shop. He was an old man who understood horse racing. He always bet on horse races on Fridays. Two days ago, I met him after time had passed him by. My curiosity made me ask him:

Why have I never lost with you?

He laughed and said to me: My son, you are my love, your uncle is my love, my job

I didn't make you lose, my job is to keep people away from the winning horse

Of course, the words made me ask him: How do you mean, did you know which horse would win?

He drew with the hookah, and said to me: The ring and the stables want to win. If all the people bet on the winning horse, the ring would lose. My role was to distract people with another horse, give them hope in it, and make them bet away from the winner.

The subject is still on my mind when I think about what happens in cryptocurrency groups. Same idea, same trick, but instead of Uncle Sayed in a coffee shop, it is now on a Telegram or Twitter group. People make you promises, raise a dead coin to the sky, and create FOMO that makes you enter without knowing that you are away from the real winner.