Diogo Forte

🇵🇹 in London / CEO of @EIAinnovate / Mech Eng @uporto

[Paulina Laba @Paulina_laba]

every once in a while i think about this post

[Humberto @patife]

The protests on house prices reveal one interesting phenomenon

1. we need people to complain and do demonstrations. it is very useful to pressure politicians.

2. we need to ignore most/all of the ideas of the activists. (on the picture, lisbon activists want cheaper houses and also don't want to build more)

Some people are spotters, others are builders

[Department of State @StateDept]

SECRETARY RUBIO: Our two countries have accomplished many things together in the past and we look forward to deepening and building that relationship in the future.

[B24 @B24PT]

🚨 COMUNICADO DE CRISTIANO RONALDO 🚨

"Tal como prometi, decidi contar, na primeira pessoa e de forma direta, as circunstâncias que envolveram o último estágio da Seleção Nacional.

Após o Mundial 2026 preparei uma carta aos portugueses, que ainda guardo, com as palavras que lhes quero dirigir quando abandonar, definitivamente, a nossa equipa.

No final da competição, logo no voo de regresso dos Estados Unidos, o Presidente da Federação pediu e insistiu que eu ponderasse a decisão de sair porque a FPF queria que eu continuasse.

Logo a seguir pediu que lhe desse a minha opinião sobre o nome do atual Selecionador e que ele estava a ponderar, a par de outros nomes que não me revelou.

Respondi ao Presidente da Federação que, em minha opinião, seria a escolha certa.

Por isso, no dia em que o atual Selecionador foi apresentado fiquei genuinamente feliz pela escolha. Era a opção certa, como os resultados vão comprovando.

Poucos dias depois recebi um primeiro contacto do novo selecionador nacional a dizer que gostava de estar comigo pessoalmente. Respondi que sim e agendámos para o final das minhas férias.

Encontrámo-nos na Cidade do Futebol onde o meu clube fazia estágio de pré-temporada.

O Selecionador disse-me nesse dia que contava comigo e que a minha presença era fundamental para o seu projeto. Apresentou-me, logo ali, um plano para a minha participação. Disse-me que jogaria o primeiro jogo e o último e que por razões de gestão física iria fazer sempre três a quatro mudanças por jogo.

Nessa altura colocou-me a hipótese de eu não viajar com a Seleção para Noruega e Dinamarca. Propôs-me que fizesse o primeiro jogo e ficasse em Portugal, para depois me juntar de novo antes do jogo do Dragão.

Recusei de imediato esta proposta. Parecia-me evidente que não a poderia aceitar. Não seria por não jogar os jogos no estrangeiro que deixaria de capitanear a nossa equipa. Esse privilégio de ficar em Portugal não seria um bom exemplo.

O Selecionador acabou por concordar com a minha análise.

Esta conversa foi acompanhada pelo Simão Coutinho, diretor Desportivo do Al Nassr, pessoa a quem reportava o atual selecionador durante toda a época passada e um dos responsáveis pela sua contratação pelo clube em 2025.

Na véspera do estágio começar o Selecionador deslocou-se a minha casa, em Lisboa, para ter nova conversa comigo, a seu pedido. A conversa foi tranquila e todos os princípios combinados em agosto foram mantidos.

Joguei o jogo de Alvalade, e apesar de substituído, não fiz nenhum problema. Coloquei a braçadeira eu mesmo ao Bruno Fernandes, longe de imaginar que pudesse estar a dar os últimos passos, como atleta e capitão da Seleção Nacional. O importante desse dia, para mim, foi a nossa vitória. Ganhar é sempre bom, em Portugal e pelo meu País, ainda melhor.

À hora de almoço do dia do jogo na Noruega um adjunto do selecionador do veio à mesa onde o grupo estava a almoçar e informou-me que o Selecionador me queria falar. Para minha absoluta surpresa, o selecionador perguntou-me se estava bem para jogar 30 minutos. Eu estava totalmente focado na minha recuperação física, integrado com os meus companheiros como sempre e a pensar que não jogaria naquele dia. Sem nenhum problema.

Este pedido era algo fora do meu plano de recuperação física e de treino – porque apenas iria jogar dia 4 no Dragão – mas obviamente disse que sim. Respondeu-me que então estivesse preparado porque jogaria 30 min.

O resto todos conhecem. Aqueci desde o intervalo, vi os minutos a passar e não fui chamado.

O Selecionador tinha-me falhado com a sua palavra.

No fim do jogo só queria que tudo acabasse com a vitória e ficar sozinho. Não fui cumprimentar os adeptos. Uma falha que é apenas da minha responsabilidade e que não deveria ter acontecido. Peço desculpa aos portugueses que ali nos apoiaram intensamente, peço desculpa aos adeptos e peço desculpa aos que, sem serem portugueses, ali se possam ter deslocado para me ver e a quem eu possa ter desiludido.

Passado 48 horas tivemos uma conversa, eu, o Selecionador e o Simão Coutinho uma vez que tinha sido ele a acompanhar as nossas conversas de Agosto.

Foi um momento profundo, muito frontal, sem qualquer tipo de filtro.

Concordamos que só havia uma maneira de encerrar este “caso”: que o Selecionador repetisse o que acabara de me dizer ali em privado, na presença do Simão Coutinho, mas na Sala de Imprensa.

O que foi combinado era simples: o Selecionador começaria a conferência de imprensa por este tema, procurando encerrar o assunto contando a verdade. Diria que nunca pedi para jogar minutos nenhuns, que foi o Selecionador e mais ninguém, quem me propôs o plano para este estágio e que foi um erro colocar-me a aquecer para não entrar e que se voltasse a acontecer não o faria.

Acabamos essa reunião com o Selecionador a pedir-me um abraço, a prometer-me que ia dizer na conferência o que acabara de me dizer a mim e que o assunto se ultrapassava. Eu não jogaria na Dinamarca e jogaria o jogo do Dragão. Tudo isto na presença do Simão Coutinho, sempre.

A pedido do selecionador, decorreu depois uma reunião entre ele mesmo, o Simão Coutinho e o Tiago Craveiro em videoconferência, em que se resumiu aquilo que falámos.

Foi produzido um pequeno documento que eu mesmo validei e que, com o meu conhecimento, foi entregue ao Selecionador, tal como ele havia solicitado.

A conferência foi o que se conhece: a postura não teve nada a ver com a nossa reunião, ouvi expressões e uma agressividade que julgo não merecer, uma atitude de quero, posso e mando que nunca me manifestou, nem de perto nem de longe, em privado, na véspera.

As notas que validei eram as seguintes:

“Acho importante, até porque é a verdade, esclarecer algumas coisas antes de falar da Dinamarca:

1. Propus ao Cristiano eu mesmo, sem mais ninguém, um plano para ele, esta época desportiva, na Seleção Nacional. Foi uma conversa demorada e muito boa.

2. Sei o quanto ele vive e Ama a Seleção e o peso que tem no Mundo, mais ainda, o peso e a influência positiva que tem na Seleção há 24 anos consecutivos.

3. O plano que propus ao Cristiano foi aceite.

4. Ele nunca questionou as minhas opções. Foi exemplar, leal e profissional.

5. Do plano que tracei para ele não constava o jogo da Noruega. No entanto, senti que ele tinha conseguido recuperar fisicamente do primeiro jogo e avisei-o que poderia ter de o utilizar. O Cristiano concordou.

6. Errei ao colocar alguém da dimensão de Pelé ou Maradona a aquecer para depois não o colocar em jogo. Se fosse hoje não o faria.

7. Para encerrar o assunto: Eu quero o Cristiano na Seleção Nacional. Aliás não quero pouco, quero muito. Felizmente ele também acredita em mim. Acreditou no Al Nassr e aqui também.

8. Sobre não ter cumprimentado os adeptos. Já falámos sobre isso. Quem faz mais de 230 jogos pela Seleção não recebe de mim lições de Amor a Portugal. Foi um momento de frustração que não apaga coisa nenhuma. É o jogador que mais autógrafos dá, que mais selfies tira, que mais acarinha os adeptos. Não inventemos problemas onde eles não existem. Quando não estamos contentes reagimos. Foi só isso.”

Nenhuma destas notas dizia, portanto, que o selecionador me pedisse sequer desculpa.

Era a segunda vez, que me estava a faltar à palavra dada.

Decidi abandonar o estágio sem esperar por mais nenhuma quebra de palavra. Para mim a verdade ainda é a coisa mais importante na relação entre as pessoas. Por muito que doa, que me digam a verdade.

Aliás, numa conversa que mantive com o Presidente da FPF e com o Selecionador na manhã do dia dessa conferência de imprensa, podem confirmar seguramente, reafirmei que se não me quisessem ali mo dissessem. Bastava serem francos comigo. Eu aceitaria isso e prometi que prepararíamos algo bonito, como sonho que aconteça, e ninguém ficaria zangado.

Lembro-me como se fosse hoje. Responderam em uníssono que não. Que o meu lugar era na Seleção Nacional.

Nunca, em nenhum momento me intrometi em qualquer decisão técnica ou tática de qualquer treinador ou selecionador em quase 25 anos de carreira. Aceito é melhor ou pior o que me propõem fazer. Respeito a decisão e quando me faltam à palavra, sinto que o meu lugar não é ali.

Devo também um pedido de desculpas aos meus companheiros de Seleção por ter abandonado o estágio. Apesar da absoluta quebra de confiança na palavra do Selecionador, como poderá testemunhar quem assistiu a estas conversas, eu não o devia ter feito. A responsabilidade é exclusivamente minha.

Peço desculpa aos portugueses mais uma vez, mas a quebra da palavra tem, para mim, um impacto definidor. Senti que, a partir dali, a minha permanência iria apenas prejudicar o grupo de trabalho e fiz o que sempre disse que faria se não me sentisse útil: peguei nas malas e saí.

A consequência deste meu ato deve ser avaliada e punida pela Federação Portuguesa de Futebol. Entendo que a punição não deve ter atenuantes. Não sou um jogador qualquer, sou capitão de equipa e isso constitui uma agravante. Já pedi desculpa, mas sei que as atitudes têm de ter consequências. Quem está no futebol como estou sabe que, independentemente do estatuto de cada um, as regras são iguais para todos.

A este propósito, tenho ouvido muito falar em jogos de despedida, que tenho que ter uma despedida digna e que a Federação me quer dar essa oportunidade.

Aprendi na vida, com fome e sem nada para comer muitas vezes, que ninguém dá nada a ninguém.

Posso prometer a todos os meus fãs, naturalmente e em especial a todos os portugueses, que faremos um ou mais jogos de despedida, haverá tempo para isso.

Mas quando penso na seleção o que eu penso mesmo é em competir. Foi nisso que pensei no dia em que me deram a notícia da morte do meu Pai. Estava em estágio da nossa Seleção e lá decidi ficar até terminar o jogo do dia seguinte. Fiz por isso pelo País o que jamais faria por clube algum.

Portanto se estiver bem fisicamente, a jogar no meu clube, com golos espero, a seguir ao cumprimento da suspensão que me for aplicada, estarei disponível, como sempre estive até hoje, para competir e ganhar pela nossa Seleção.

Esta é, acreditem, a mais pura das verdades."

[Phantom Stays @PhantomStays]

Men massively misunderstand what it means to provide for a woman.

we were walking down the street late at night after dinner, popping in & out of bustling dive bars, dancing a bit, flirting in the crisp fall air. we were window shopping, ooing & ahhing at mannequins. laughing at funny hats, making fun of random outfits. just in flow. I met her 2 weeks ago, but the connection was palpable. one of those nights where ur so in the moment not really thinking about where ur going next because the whole thing just feels good.

At some point, in the middle of a decisive analysis of baggy-pant fashion eras, she made an offhand comment - basically all the shopping she'd ever done was at thrift stores, that she never had enough money to just go buy the things she wanted and explore her fashion sense in full freedom.

It wasn't some probe. wasn't “omg I wish someone would buy me clothes.” She comes from an amazing family - very autonomy minded in certain senses. she's studying to be a doctor. doesn't seem to care for money in the way a lot of people do.

But I could feel what she meant under the words. She wanted to explore that side of herself more, become more feminine, playful, try clothes she never would've bought, figure out how she actually wants to present herself to the world instead of just working around what she could afford.

And then I said something that surprised even me; I'm usually REALLY careful about leading with money early in dating.

“I want to take you shopping tomorrow and get you everything you want”

Hanging off my arm she looked up at me - huge puppy dog eyes, teary, softly scanning my face trying to work out whether I actually meant it. Almost confused, but in this dreamy hopeful way. Wistful even. The type of look that men go to war for

She asked again if I was serious and told me no man had ever offered anything like that to her before.

judging from some of the stories she'd told me about her past relationships, it tracked. She wasn't a casual dater, but still, her partners seemed to dangle care, money, security, whatever in front of her like a carrot. Enough to prove they COULD give it, but not in a way that ever let her fully relax into receiving it.

Something clicked for me right there.

Maybe for the first time ever I understood a piece of masculinity / providing in a way that wasn't theoretical.

Because it actually had very little to do with shopping.

It's not throwing money around. It's not getting a $5k table with sparklers hoping some soulless girl at the next table notices. It's not posting on ur IG a car, watch, hotel, jet, whatever and then complaining 6 months later that every woman around you seems obsessed with money.

bro... look at the bait you put on the hook 😂

ppl respond to what you lead with.

If the most interesting thing you give a woman is access to expensive shit, it really shouldn't shock you when expensive shit becomes the thing she associates with you.

That's not providing. that's basically a transaction everyone agreed not to call a transaction.

this moment felt so different from all that

I wanted to do it because the idea of HER enjoying it made me happy. There wasn't some internal scoreboard of “well now she owes me affection” or “look what I can provide.” I just had the ability to open up this little experience for someone I cared about and it felt completely natural to do it.

Which now i see is the provider instinct stripped of all the bs internet discourse around it. provider without expectations. expectations ruin.

Providing isn't really “man pays.” it's much more nuanced than that.

It's using WHATEVER strength you have to make the life of the person you love more expansive.

Sometimes.. that's money, sure. Sometimes it's planning the entire trip so she can switch her brain off. Sometimes it's taking some annoying problem off her plate before she even asks. Sometimes it's being steady when she's emotional. Sometimes it's listening instead of immediately trying to fix everything. Sometimes it's remembering some tiny thing she said 4 months ago. Sometimes it's literally telling her to go try on 30 tops because this is fun and we have nowhere else we need to be.

The money is probably the least interesting part.

I actually think this is something successful men can fuck up badly because money becomes such an easy lever. ur good at making it, it solves problems quickly, so naturally you start reaching for it everywhere.

Buying her an LV bag is easier than understanding her core.

Money is an incredible amplifier of care. It's a terrible replacement for it.

And the receiving side is just as important, which I never understood properly either.

The way she received the offer made me want to give MORE.

Not because she asked for more, literally the opposite. Because she was grateful. Soft. Almost overwhelmed by the fact that someone wanted to do something nice for her without holding it over her head.

That is insanely activating as a man.

There is something about generosity being met with genuine gratitude instead of entitlement that makes you want to become more generous. Not just financially either. More attention, more thought, more effort, more protection, more of yourself.

I've used this analogy before but it keeps making more sense to me.

Let me be the mountain, her the river running down it.

The mountain gives the river shape, structure, stability. The river gives the mountain movement, beauty, flavor, life. Neither is more important, they're valuable because they're different.

w/o the mountain the river doesn't have much of a container. w/o the river the mountain is just a giant fucking rock haha

And her softness that night didn't make me feel like I had power OVER her. It made me feel powerful toward LIFE.

Massivvve difference.

A lot of red pill online masculinity shit is basically “never need anyone, dominate, maintain leverage, don't let her affect you, have options, be the alpha.”

sounds fucking miserable lol.

What I felt that night was much closer to:

“I've got you.”

Not “I own you.”

I've got u if something goes wrong. I've got u if ur scared. I've got u if u want to explore some weird little side of yourself that life never gave you much room to explore. You can soften here, I'll carry this one.

That feels masculine to me.

And obviously I don't want some dependent woman whose entire existence is built around whatever I provide. That sounds horrible too. I want someone who brings me things that I literally cannot purchase.

Warmth. beauty. affection. intuition. emotional depth. playfulness. sexuality. softness. Someone who gets me out of my own fucking head. Someone who gets me dancing when I'd otherwise be working. Someone who notices I'm stressed before I admit it. Someone who makes a space feel like home instead of just a nice apartment.

That's provision too, it just doesn't show up cleanly on a spreadsheet.

Maybe that's one of the biggest things modern dating has fucked up. Everyone is trying to make relationships mathematically equal.

Who paid. Who texted first. Who has more options. Who cares less. Who is “the prize.” Who has more leverage. Who owes who what.

I don't want 50/50.

I want 100/100.

I want to wildly over-give in the areas where I am strong and be with somebody who naturally does the exact same thing in the areas where she is strong, without either person standing there with a calculator checking if we're even (looking at u dutch bros)

And I think that's really what changed for me that night.

Providing isn't proving you can afford something.

It's having enough abundance in you that it spills outward.

Could be money, attention. Could be strength. Could be patience. love.

And to be clear, I don't think rich men need to become terrified of spending money on women because they're scared of “being used.” that's another weird overcorrection.

Don't lead with your wallet. Don't use money to manufacture attraction. Don't try to buy closeness. Make sure she actually likes YOU before she really understands what you can give her.

But once there is genuine care? Give.

Not stupidly, not to impress, def not because Tate said “provider men do this blah blah”

Give because you found somebody you genuinely enjoy giving to.

That's a very different energy.

I have no clue where this relationship goes btw. It's been 2 weeks haha. Maybe 6 months from now we're madly in love and devoted to each other, maybe we're friends, maybe we're two people who crossed paths at exactly the right time and taught each other something. all of it is ok. that's love without grasping.

But what i do know - I'll remember her expression after I told her i wanted her to buy anything she wanted. for life.

Because I thought I was offering HER something.

shopping, clothes, whatever.

And somehow the way she received it gave me something way bigger back.

For a second I understood what it feels like when strength is met with softness instead of competition.

I felt like I could conquer the fucking world.

The mountain gives shape. The river gives flavor.

And then the river reminds the mountain why it ever wanted to be strong in the first place.

[mal @mal_shaik]

"what the hell is a growth engineer?"

>writes cold email sequences AND builds the automation that sends them
>sets up enrichment pipelines so ur list isnt 40% dead emails
>figures out why ur product doesnt show up in chatgpt and fixes it
>scrapes intent signals from reddit twitter and linkedin to find warm leads
>builds landing pages AND runs the A/B tests on conversion
>sets up attribution so u actually know which channel ur customers came from
>automates follow-up sequences (where 50%+ of replies actually come from)
>optimizes ur site so AI search engines cite u not ur competitor
>writes content that ranks AND builds the infra that distributes it
>monitors competitor mentions and turns them into displacement campaigns
>builds lead scoring models so sales talks to the right ppl first
>sets up separate outbound domains so ur main domain doesnt get torched
>waterfalls multiple data providers because no single one has clean data
>tracks headcount changes by department to spot buying signals
>reads job posts to find companies actively looking for what u sell
>pulls competitor customer pages and enriches every logo into a target list
>builds dashboards that connect content performance to actual signups
>creates drip campaigns that adapt based on how the lead interacts
>turns churned power users into warm leads at their new companies
>filters lists by mx record before writing a single line of copy
>finds the 3 attributes every closed-won account shares that ur ICP doc never mentions

[Diogo Forte @DForte98]

@arukanism Easy to build random stuff

Remains equally hard to build RELEVANT stuff

Distribution is big moat

[Aporia @aporia9n]

If you’re in your 20s (and ambitious) do everything to move to those 4 cities

Yes people will mog you for paying extortionate rents for such little comfort but who cares, you’re not everyone, you’re on a mission, you’re here for greatness

London/NYC/Paris/SF are basically the golden 4. They’re not just big cities, they’re global sorting machines. People move there from all over the world because they want sth badly enough to accept all the downsides. The guy born in London can be lazy. But the 26yo Frenchman, Indian, American, Italian, Nigerian, Lebanese etc who voluntarily accepts the tiny flat, shit commute and absurd rent to be there has already self-selected pretty hard

And that selection compounds. I felt it instantly moving from my hometown in France to London. Growing up I was always “the ambitious one” in my friend group. Then you arrive in London and suddenly you feel extremely average. Everyone is trying to do sth. Completely changes your reference point for what a normal person can achieve

The other thing is just how many serious games are happening at once. If you know at 22 that you’re going to be a semiconductor engineer forever, maybe there are better specialised places. But most ambitious 24yos have absolutely no clue what game they’ll eventually want to play. In London/NYC/Paris you can accidentally become friends with people in PE, startups, politics, law, media, fashion, pharma, academia etc. Your finance friend dates someone in fashion, their roommate is building a startup, you meet someone in politics at dinner. Suddenly 5 completely different lives feel plausible

That’s insanely valuable when you’re young precisely because you don’t yet know which people / industries / opportunities will matter to your 34yo self

SF is the weird exception because it’s basically one giant concentrated bet on tech/AI. Much narrower than the other 3, but that game is so asymmetric rn that it deserves its spot. If you want to build at the frontier there’s probably no other place where your reference class changes that aggressively

And yh everyone keeps saying the internet made geography irrelevant. Maybe for information. Definitely not for trust/friendship. Anyone can learn from the same people online now, send the same cold DM, follow the same accounts. Much harder to replicate being the guy someone has had 20 dinners with, worked with, travelled with, introduced to friends and randomly bumped into for 5 years

When you’re 24 and nobody knows who tf you are, geography can do a lot of the work for you. You get invited because your colleague knows someone. You end up at a dinner because your friend needs a +1. Someone you met 3 years ago leaves and starts a company. Another moves to NYC. Another becomes a partner somewhere. Most of the ROI is completely impossible to predict upfront

Basically before you have your own gravity, borrow the city’s

At 45, if you’ve built the company / reputation / money / audience / network, you can go live in Tuscany, Mallorca, South of France or wherever and people will come to you. At 24 no one is coming lol. You should probably be where everything is happening

And tbh if you have the ability to move I wouldn’t spend 3 years waiting for the perfect job / apartment / timing. Get the shitty room, accept being poorer for a while, figure it out once you’re there. Your 20s are probably the cheapest years of your life to tolerate inconvenience anyway

You can optimise sqm, weather and comfort later

At 24 I’d rather maximise how many possible lives are available to me

[Lukas Fuhrmann - KryptoEDGE @kryptoedgeyt]

Schau dir diese Grafik genau an. Sie erklärt, warum sich in Deutschland Leistung nicht mehr lohnt.

Ein Paar, zwei Kinder, beide arbeiten.

Bei 4.000 Euro brutto bleiben rund 2.700 Euro.

Bei 5.000 Euro brutto bleiben rund 2.650 Euro.

Du liest richtig. Tausend Euro mehr verdient. Weniger im Portemonnaie.

Und jetzt der Teil, der wirklich weh tut: Bei 2.000 Euro brutto stehen dieser Familie etwa 2.350 Euro zur Verfügung.

Bei 5.000 Euro brutto sind es 2.650 Euro.

3.000 Euro mehr erarbeiten. 300 Euro mehr haben.

Das ist kein Rechenfehler. Jeder zusätzlich verdiente Euro zieht Wohngeld, Kinderzuschlag und Freibeträge mit sich in den Abgrund, während Steuern und Sozialabgaben gleichzeitig steigen.

Man nennt es Transferentzugsrate. Ökonomen kennen das Problem seit Jahren. Die Bundesregierung hat Gutachten dazu bestellt.

Passiert ist nichts.

Und dann wundert sich die Politik, warum niemand mehr die Stunden aufstockt. Warum die Zweitverdienerin in Teilzeit bleibt. Warum der Facharbeiter die Beförderung ablehnt.

Die Leute sind nicht faul. Sie rechnen.

Ein System, das Anstrengung und Fleiß nicht belohnt, bekommt am Ende genau das: keine Anstrengung.

[Diogo Forte @DForte98]

@digitalchampi Finance in London, how are you saving only 750£?
Are your expenses that high?

[End Wokeness @EndWokeness]

I wonder why the "car" did this? 🤔

[Diogo Forte @DForte98]

@MaximoMustero @furmanekd @MagellanQuest Exactly it's great and no need for state intervention in subsidizing it

[Diogo Forte @DForte98]

@furmanekd @MagellanQuest It's ok if you want to remain ignorant
Maybe you try to google things for once
I have my own policy, coverage in any country

[Anglo-Saxon @AngloSaxon85]

100 times worse than George Floyd but will barely make the news

[Diogo Forte @DForte98]

@FinanceLancelot @KobeissiLetter @TaviCosta Behaving like a kid, unfollowed

[Daily Romania @daily_romania]

Ursula von der Leyen tells a man he is lucky to live in the EU, where there is free speech, while he is being arrested for protesting against her

[kache @yacineMTB]

you can outsource your thinking
but you cannot outsource your understanding

[Civixplorer @Civixplorer]

What if Portugal and Spain were to unite and reestablish the Iberian Union?

[Diogo Forte @DForte98]

@Currentreport1 = ~ 120.000 USD per person in Denmark