Three small rectangles on a video call:Ismar in Brazil, 64, the day still ahead of him.Ritesh in Bangalore, 29, the evening already dark.Frank in rural France, wearing a winter jumper, four degrees outside and a clear blue sky. Nothing spectacular happens in this conversation. No breakthrough, no big decision. And yet, in a quiet way,…
On a dreary, foggy Monday in Cleebourg, France, the Mayor dials into Campo Grande, Brazil. Two dots on a map; one conversation about survival—less machetes and palm fronds, more mindset and modern street smarts. Ritesh from Bangalore can’t make it, which nudges the theme away from a geographical compare-and-contrast and toward something intimate and universal:…
On a weekday afternoon in France, with sun streaming through the windows, three squares lit up on a screen. Frank, the host in Alsace, sat between time zones like a friendly air-traffic controller. One tile showed Ismar in western Brazil, coffee in reach and the Paraguayan border not far away. Another framed Ritesh in Bengaluru,…
Campo Grande. Bangalore. Cleebourg. One cloudless Monday, three windows lit up on a screen: Ismar (64) in Brazil, Ritesh (29) in India, and the Mayor hosting from a rain-polished corner of eastern France. What followed felt less like a meeting and more like a long lunch with smart friends—curious, candid, and wonderfully human. The topic…
We are live—two voices, two continents, one thread. Frank calls in from a quiet village in the northeast of France; Isma answers from Brazil, still dusted with the salt and sunlight of a week in Rio. No carnival feathers here, no samba clichés. This is a conversation about cathedrals that smell faintly of wax and…
