Or: Why I Refuse to Optimise the Atlantic There is a version of 1492 where Christopher Columbus never leaves port. Not because of storms. Because of strategy sessions. He’s sitting in a co-working space in Seville explaining his value proposition to a growth consultant named Diego. “Who exactly is this voyage for?” Diego asks. “India,”…
On Friday evening, a tired man stood on a football field. He had just returned from a business trip.He was exhausted.He almost sent a message to his team: “Sorry, I can’t come today.” But he didn’t. He put on his boots and went to training anyway . That small moment explains this week. This week,…
Hello eveyone, today I would like to write and tell you about my weekend of the 7th and 8th of February. I was at the scouts, and we were in Colmar in a house called « Les Sources » in the Vosges. It was really good, but we had a problem with the train “traffic”….
Some mornings feel like they were scripted by a very tired comedian. I’m sitting at my laptop with a first cup of coffee, a dull headache, and a nose that has decided to retire from breathing. Outside, the neighbors are singing “Happy Birthday” to someone over the phone. I can hear every enthusiastic, slightly off-key…
A Gymnast, an Engineer, and the Quiet Power of Turning the Brain Off What does courage smell like? Petrol? Chocolate?Does it sound like a techno anthem or silence before a leap? In a recent conversation between mentor Fruitloop and engineering student–gymnast Maxime, courage wasn’t just a dictionary word. It was a backflip off a high…
A Lunch meeting where fear showed up—muted, multilingual, and occasionally wearing a praying mantis costume. The meeting began the way many good Lunches begin: with somebody muted, somebody apologising for their English, and Frank doing his best impression of a strict headmaster who absolutely, definitely expects “nothing but perfect English in this forum.” Nobody believed…
I was in the office that day, not at home, and I remember answering her the way you answer when you’ve already been moving since morning — fine, good, busy, the usual. The office air felt a little stale and the light on my screen was too bright, and when she asked if I was…
In the mornings, before anything else, there is coffee. Always coffee. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, I make it for my wife. It doesn’t matter if there is snow outside like a white wall in front of the house, or if the sun is already shining through the kitchen window. Coffee first. That…
I was sitting there listening to Frank trying to pin a date on my life, like he is putting a small flag on a map. “Monday the 16th of February,” he said, and then he said something that made me laugh inside, because it was so Frank—half teasing, half serious: “A year ago you didn’t…
On Friday evening, I stood in the cold at the football training ground, and I was tired in a way that sits deep in your bones. I had just come back from a business trip. My head was full of Excel files, product data, meetings that still needed preparation. My wife was not happy that…
