I want to us to have all sorts of biographies, all sorts of photos of unknown urchins with whom we may connect.

He chose to live, to believe in himself after watching a short video on Youtube which somehow connected with him in his moment of despair.

An ex-student came to my class, he has become a successful manager in IKEA in Clermont Ferrand. He came to talk about his experience. We sat down in the comfy chairs in our learning space. His presence resulted in an extraordinary moment of connection. He told the story of how he had been at a cross-roads in his life. He had lived a crisis, he made a conscious decision to live, rather than to die.

We have gradually built up a story.

What does this say about our desire to connect, to search for meaning?

I have nothing to sell to anybody.

Half a life later, I am investigating those elements which connect us to the other, which enable us to journey a while with a fellow learner.

I realized that what sold was not the script but the connection of excitement, the acceleration of a heart beat, the comic tone, the sudden absurd eruption in the life of another.

For the next eleven months, I dialled the dial on the grey phone one hundred times per day, to make two sales.

He cared for nothing about my story.

a writer...(now, I come to think of it, I could say that now, I had never assumed that costume before)