I do not hesitate much before asking a question. But direct does not mean rude. There are rules, and the first one is respect. By Fabrice When Janita asked me about the things we hesitate to ask, there was already a problem. I do not hesitate very much. The Mayor had warned her before we…
From the cab of a 26-ton truck, Fabrice sees ordinary streets from a different height. The view is better. The responsibility is heavier. And what looks easy from outside is often anything but. A Different View. Janita asked me what would surprise her first if she climbed into my truck tomorrow morning. She has been…
At two o’clock in the morning, the music stopped at the Crémant Festival in Cleebourg. For many people, that was probably the end of the evening. At a village festival, around a fireplace and over thirty apple trees, Fabrice discovers that curiosity depends not only on the question, but also on who is asking it….
After two weeks in the desert, drinking warm water and sleeping in a tent, an ordinary cold Kronenbourg became one of the best beers of my life. An ordinary beer becomes a very good beer after 100 kilometres. To be honest, after 100 kilometres, every liquid is good. Water is good. Coffee is good. But…
Fabrice on forest silence, practical traditions, young people, schnapps, cricket, and the things a screen cannot teach. This began as a conversation about digital rest. For many people, this means switching off notifications, deleting an application, or planning a weekend without a telephone. For me, it is less complicated. I do not have Facebook. I…
Fabrice began with four hours of sleep, one litre of coffee and a clear plan for the day. From there, the conversation travelled through rain, deserts, night watches, long drives, strange beds and the question of whether rest depends more on comfort or curiosity. This began as a conversation about sleep that restores. But I…
Fabrice began with rest. But for him, rest was not only sleep, silence, or doing nothing. Sometimes rest was fishing at five in the morning. Sometimes it was beer in the courtyard. Sometimes it was walking seventeen kilometres through the woods and calling it “just a little stroll.” The First Picture of Rest When Janita…
Fabrice, Janita, The Mayor, swimming, forest paths, South African dogs, church bells, mushrooms, and the complicated science of doing nothing. A conversation that began with rest and immediately started walking This was supposed to be a conversation about Active Rest. That sounds simple enough. You move a little. You rest a little. Maybe you walk,…
It was very warm here. But not warm like it should be. Only 34 degrees. Fruitloop was in South Africa with 16 degrees, and The Mayor was sitting here in the heat dome, sweating. I told her I would send her a postcard when I go back to France in September. That seemed fair to…
We began with a simple question. On a normal morning, what gives us the first little push of energy? Fabrice did not begin with poetry. He began with reality. The alarm clock. At 4:45 in the morning, the alarm clock does not give him energy. It attacks him. He hates it. He needs it, of…
