It began with a small, almost comic detail—Ritesh sitting at home in Bengaluru, headphones on, trying not to overhear a family conversation in the next room. His brother-in-law had just had a baby. The house was alive with chatter, pride, excitement, the warm chaos of family news. And yet Ritesh was here, committed to a…
It’s early in Brazil. Late evening in Bengaluru. And mid-afternoon in Europe—right in the messy middle of a Monday that’s already too full. That’s the quiet comedy of this conversation: three men, three continents, three different pressures on their calendars, trying to talk about a single idea that sounds simple until you live it—“living in…
The call begins the way many January calls begin: with teasing, a little disbelief, and that ceremonial moment where someone’s age becomes a group event. Ritesh isn’t “twenty-something” anymore. He’s 30 now—officially “mature,” officially “downhill,” officially (according to the folklore) halfway through life. The joke lands, but underneath it you can already feel the real…
A Brida conversation recap — with the roles reversed, and Frank thinking out loud in full stereo. Some Brida meetings feel like jazz: a theme, a few riffs, then everyone finds their way back to the melody. This one felt like a spotlight turned gently—but firmly—onto Frank. Ismar didn’t ask “small talk” questions. He asked…
On the call today, the Atlantic Corridor formed its familiar triangle: Cleebourg, Bangalore, Campo Grande—three places, two generations of assumptions, and one shared topic that refuses to stay “small”: how ordinary relationships carry extraordinary weight. Ismar began the hour smiling, which is often how the hardest truths enter the room. Two roles… and a third…
Three men met online on a Monday: Their topic sounded deceptively simple: “Inspiring people – or people who inspire you… That’s the topic for today.” The conversation that followed became a cross-continental exploration of admiration, disappointment, responsibility, corruption, and something unexpected: the meaning of a guru. “I don’t have a model person.” The Mayor starts…
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…
