By Fabrice, France Janita asked me to explain two local traditions she had never heard of: a wild boar dinner among old military vehicles, and a 12-kilometre Marche Gourmande built around food, wine, music and friends. Janita looked at the photographs and said, “I know absolutely nothing about the wild boar dinner. Start at the…
By Fabrice, France There are objects we keep because they still work. Others stay because they carry a story. In my workshop, the difference is not always easy to see. Janita showed me a photograph of a workshop and asked what I noticed first. It was much too tidy. Everything had its place. The tools…
By Fabrice, France. The world once pulled me towards unfamiliar countries and dangerous work. These days, adventure can be much closer to home—but I still need something that takes me beyond the routine. There are places in the forest near my home where you can sit down and hear almost nothing except the animals and…
By Fabrice, France I do not hesitate much before asking a question. But direct does not mean rude. There are rules, and the first one is respect. 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…
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…
