Back in 2013, a friend and I were watching the prices rise and decided that at $200 a piece, Bitcoin looks like a good buy - we’ve decided to “invest” a few thousand shekels into it. At the time it was difficult to acquire Bitcoin - you couldn’t just get some with a credit card. There were various creative and tricky ways to obtain “digital gold” but most were either too complicated or took too long.

The easiest, most straightforward way was through “dealers” - simply buying ‘coins for cash.

Through a mutual acquittance we’ve received contact details for a prime Bitcoin “dealer” in our area. We were told that the guy is very private and won’t just sell to anybody. We had to be introduced and meet in a designated location for the transaction. I’ve gotta admit, this sounded really fishy. I couldn’t help but see the parallels between our situations and a drug deal.

Still, we’ve decided to risk it. We contacted the guy via email and quickly agreed on an amount, meeting time and location. So, my friend and I took out some cash, a laptop, and drove to the designated meeting location in order to carry out the exchange.

When we got there (it was a cafe), we had to wait for about 20 minutes until the guy showed up. We were sitting there, cash on hand, nervous for what’s about to happen… Well, whaddaya know? The big bad “dealer” we were nervous to meet was this 13 year old kid sitting on a Bitcoin stockpile that he mined a couple of years earlier when it was easy. We’ve ended up sharing a a drink, making the exchange and laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

That kid made some serious dough - I wonder what he’s up to today…