Growing up between Norway and Argentina fucked up my relationship with money forever. Every summer, 3 months in Buenos Aires. My cousins planning grocery raids like military operations. My aunt teaching me exchange rates at underground caves before I learned math in school. In Norway, money was boring. Predictable. You could actually plan ahead! In Argentina, money was this living thing that died a little each day. My relatives were just trying to buy food. But they understood inflation better than any economist because they LIVED it. Shopping strategies. Exchange rate arbitrage. Dollar hoarding. And here's what fucked me up: Both countries thought their system was normal. Norwegians couldn't imagine money that expires. Argentines couldn't imagine money that doesn't. That's when I realized: Most people's entire worldview about money comes from whatever random country they were born in.