AT SCHOOL
I went from a Posh school were everyone knew each other with 200 students to a mega school of 5,000 students, that looked like Heathrow Airport in every way.
There no one needed to be special as no one really knew each other. The priority was to be good a obtaining good results (which doesn't mean being good at the subject at all) and showing yoursucces with having as many friends like yourself who had to improve their reputation by any mean.
Unfortunately our family difficulties could not be hidden there so instead my Brother and sister became their own clan and i became the singular guy who did very well in only 2 or 3 subject and draw/paint/sing the rest of his time or spending time at the Gym. I was also playing American football then and loved it.
I was different and difference was better than before but still not great, so after having enough with home, not being a home, i stayed in the bus and decided to walk south or hitch hike down towards South of France which was synomim to Fun times...
I took the wrong train and ended up in an horrible suburb where I stayed homeless for a few weeks, I was 16 and had to find food somehow.
I then met a girl who told me to come and share her squat, which I did and realised that i was one out of 5 or 6 men who kept her really happy. The owner one day came and gave us a week to vacate. I took her to a place for young pregnant homeless ladies where they told me i should go somehere they knew. I was still going to Uni then even if i looked a bit ruff.
I then had to find somewhere to settle so i went to that adress and ended up with dozens of other kids sharing room but fed and clean. After 3 months they gave me the choice of going back to the streets or go through the legal sistem and get the Gouvernment to take me in charge. This was the first time i would see my parents again after i runaway and this wasn't pretty with lots and lots of hunger and drama. 10 years later i found out that the Social worker who pushed me through this ordeal was arrested years later for physically abusing youngsters and he simply couldn't do that with me.
I then ended up where it all started, sharing my home with another 50 orphans who i could have been with when i was a baby/kid. It felt like a vicious circle. As i was the only one to go to uni I soon became the Clever boy and because moving in was like going to prison, i ended up being the boxer.
I soon was given the rights of an 18 year old and took groups to Holidays in Europe and activities. The first week i had to set up a public fight with 3 of the teenagers, won and gain respect forever. I sometime email them to ask if they would like me to come and teach drawing to the kids there but they never reply.
This position gave me enough confidence to try to study as far as possible and succeeded with a master in Marketting, so i then put on the suit and started selling computer solutions to any French Film production companies, and that was fun.
I would sing for some of my neighbours and friends and tell them about my days working and meeting celebrities and their accountants.
When i became 19 i had to go to youth hostels instead or similar and loved it as i could live the life i never experienced before with friends. I was also Painting with oil, quite a lot and building telescopes...
This is where i became friend with Fabrice Catinot, a lovely guy, tall, mixed race who was adopted but things didn't work out.
I by then became photographer as well as Artist and sales person, he was just graduated from the best Cooking school in the Country as Pastry chef. I remember him going to his first job interview. After month of interviews he finally started working at night, all night making bread in harendous conditions until someone picked up on his color and that was it. With time this happened every single time and he simply couldn't find a way even if he had to work harder than anyone else. He then started going the wrong way, i was promissing to him that soon i'll design a program that could print photos on the cakes so he'd be, we'd be rich, happy and succesful but I simply didn't respect my promiss. He became mad, became a house burglar, went to Prison, became even more mad, spoke in an unknown language and ended up in an assylum. I am so sorry about this...
This shows what happen when people hurt someone without care because he doesn't have a reputation because of his race in this case. Many put their everyday and life frustrations on others who simply cannot defend themselves, it has always been and will always be... I dedicate this website to him as what affected him could also somehow affect me and nothing can be done about it.