Hackerhouse
Somewhere in Portugal, a house is filling with misfits.
Go in. Touch things.
Leave the tower.
The city. The title. The salary that pays you to stop wondering.
Don't fit.
Nerds, builders, strategists, rebels. Odd shapes only.
Back each other.
Eight to ten people, one roof. Nobody builds alone.
No boss.
Everyone owns the vision. Everything gets decided together.
Build the strange thing.
We don't know what it is yet. That is the point.