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Published by: Six String Theories
Biography: Guitars, Music, & Life. String Theories is a music blog that promotes Independent Artists.

Year - 2019
duration - 91 Minutes
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Writed by - Jason Orley
Director - Jason Orley
This is a trio of characters inspired by many various sources and ideas, but primarily based on the Magician, Gambler, Cardist youtube video. Names: Last name: Dennet-Parnell (Origin: anagram of Penn and Teller **) Alias: The Trionfi Brothers ( Trionfi = Trumps/Triumphs from Italian, as well as the play on the word Trio **) Magician: Rammy Dominic Dennet-Parnell (Origin: Italian, Rame – Copper, Dominio – field, domain **) Gambler: Monty Carter Dennet-Parnell (Origin: Three-card Monte **) Cardist: Faro Hollace Dennet-Parnell (Origin: Faro Shuffle, Ace in the hole **) Rammy Dominic Dennet-Parnell Physical Appearance: Age: 27 Height: 6’2” Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Attire: Continental-style suit, striped, usually of lustrous blue tones. Satin, bright-colored shirt matching or complimenting the suit. Bold, bright-colored patterned tie. Personality: Superego, Choleric, Myers-Briggs ENTP, eccentric, analytical, planning, confident, feigner, Card Suit – Diamonds Nen Type: Transmutation Occupation: Stage magician Hunter Type: Magic Artifact Hunter Monty Carter Dennet-Parnell Physical Appearance: Age: 26 Height: 6’ Eyes: Gray Hair: Black Attire: Neapolitan-style suit, plain, pastel beige of brown tones. Plain white shirt. Plain formal tie. Personality: Ego, Sanguine, Myers-Briggs ESFP, impulsive, frivolous, cunning, perceptive, charming, Card Suit – Clubs Nen Type: Emission Occupation: Gambler Hunter Type: Magic Artifact Hunter Faro Hollace Dennet-Parnell Physical Appearance: Age: 24 Height: 5’10” Eyes: Hazel Hair: Auburn Attire: Roman-style suit, checkered, light-gray tones. Plain colored shirt. Showy designer print tie. Personality: Id, Melancholic, Myers-Briggs INTJ, reserved, perfectionistic, logical, willful, caring, Card Suit – Hearts Nen Type: Manipulation Occupation: Close-up magic performer Hunter Type: Magic Artifact Hunter Bio: The Dennet-Parnell brothers are the sons of a world-famous stage magician and illusionist Fray Dennett, the latest of the Dennet succession of illusionists that spanned over five generations. To make up for his constant time away on world tours and performances, when the elder son turned five, Fray started voyaging together with his family, and began to incorporate his sons into his acts, using them as his assistants and props to his magic tricks. The boys grew on-the-move, travelling a lot, and were “homeschooled” by their mother, a former elementary school teacher, Jillian Parnell. By the time the boys reached adolescence, Fray has decided to retire as a stage magician, having piled up enough money from performing worldwide, and settled down to open Magic Lounge, a magic-themed shop and café-bar, where he gave occasional performances. The boys were enrolled into a prestigious academy where they have received proper education. At the same time, their background with magic has began to show and bear fruit in their daily lives. The elder son, Rammy, who’s been his father’s assistant the longest and has shown great talent in performing a great variety of magic tricks, has began developing his own “act”, participating in school shows and performing in his father café. He eventually developed his own stage “persona”, the Knave of Diamonds, and have invented several new tricks, as well as added his own spin to his father’s, incorporating modern technology and trends into his act. The middle son, Monty, instead used his skills in card reading and manipulation to gamble, and has become a notorious gambler both in the school (playing under the table with other students), and in many small-time card clubs around the town. He claimed to have learned every card game in existence, and though he was perfectly capable of manipulating cards and cheating to win, he enjoyed to play fair and use his wits and playing skill to win the game. The youngest son, Faro, was one year too young to be enrolled in the academy when their father settled down, and, for that year, he continued to be homeschooled by their mother. During that time, he grew very close with father - though all the sons have had plenty of quality time with him, that time was spent mainly on training and practice of magic, or performing. Faro, under his father’s tutelage began practice with cardistry, a relatively new form of close-up magic focusing on flourishing cards, and was soon very adept at it, able to perform many tricks and create various complex shapes with cards even with his eyes closed. By the time he has enrolled into the academy, his skills were on par with his brothers in their respective areas, and the three only kept improving all the way down to their graduation. The brothers were very close with each other, always having each other’s back, and though disagreements happened, they knew how to solve them peacefully. During their academy years, Fray also revealed to his sons the existence of real magic, rather than the practiced art of delusion that the stage magic really technically was, though he didn’t use or even know the word Nen. That knowledge of the art was passed down in the family for several generations and was used by each Dennet in the family as part of their magic act (due to their knowledge of Nen being superficial at best, they could only create simple, weak Hatsu that worked well enough for stage magic tricks). Fray also showed his sons three relics, used by his predecessors as part of their ‘magical’ abilities: an ornate magician’s wand, a set of hand-carved wooden poker chips, and a deck of decorated cards. After graduating the academy, which has left them with a good base of general knowledge but no actual work skills, they did not choose to pursue further education and a professional career, as they already had one on their hands.   Hunters Reaching adulthood, the brothers have taken over running the Magic Lounge from their father, who by that time decided to retire completely. They continued to practice and hone their skills, and each developed a simplistic Hatsu based on the relics their father gave them, which they considered to be a “magic ability”, incorporating them into their performances and quickly earning their fame, and bringing prosperity to their Lounge. Stocking up for their Magic Shop one time, the brothers acquired what seemed like a regular magic box, the kind that was used for disappearing tricks. However, it turned out that the box really made items disappear without a trace, and never return. Unable to figure out the trick behind the box, the brothers eventually realized that the box had similar magic origins to their own abilities (and was in fact under the effect of a Nen ability). Eager to find out more, the brothers tried to trace the box’s origins, but soon realized that they had no means to get the information and resources they needed, though they have managed to make the connection to Hunters. Seeing there to be no other way to find out about the origins of the magic item or finding new ones but to become Hunters themselves, Rammy took the Hunter exam, which he failed, but used the experience to train together with his brothers and prepare for the next year’s exam. They passed together on their third joint attempt, obtaining their Hunter Licenses, and soon were introduced to Nen, finding themselves a teacher to train them and developing their “abilities” into fully-fledged Hatsu. They continued to hunt for objects imbued with Nen abilities by people long deceased, becoming Magic Artifact Hunters.   Abilities Prior to becoming Hunters and learning about Nen, the brothers believed that its effects were “magic abilities” taught to them by their father and only being able to perform them with the “Relics” he has given them. The brothers were in a similar state as “Geniuses” that use Nen abilities without realizing it. Rammy, being a transmuter, could invisibly extend the reach of his wand, using that effect for his magic tricks. Monty, an emitter, subconsciously infused cards with his aura and used it to distinguish different cards without looking at them – which he considered to be a skill rather than a cheat. Faro, a manipulator, was able to exert his control over his cards without touching them, allowing him to briefly hover and move by themselves. However, after becoming full-fledged Hunters and being trained in Nen allowed them to realize the origins of those abilities, the brothers soon expanded on them and developed them into full-fledged Hatsus of their own, along with a unique Hatsu that could only be performed by the three of them collaborating together. Magician's Hatsu: Hocus-Pocus Wand Gambler's Hatsu: Chips Down, Bets Off Cardist's Hatsu: A Wild Card Chase Combined Hatsu Name: The Army of the Kindom of Cards Nen type: Emission, Transmutation, Manipulation, Enhancement The Hatsu can only be performed when all three Dennet-Parnell brothers are together, and uses their combined Aura reserve. It also requires a deck of cards that all of the brothers have attuned to their Nen. No other Hatsus can be used while this ability is active. The Hatsu allows the user to summon powerful Nen minions to fight on their behalf. However, there are very specific steps that must be taken to summon each minion: Faro (the Cardist) shuffles the deck thoroughly. He cannot cheat and manipulate the cards in any way, else the ability fails to activate. He then deals 6 cards to Monty (the Gambler), with the cards carrying some of his aura to him. When Monty receives the cards, he designates one card the Minion, and passes it to Rammy (the Magician), also adding a portion of his aura to it. Alternatively, he can fold and return his cards to Faro, allowing them to start back at step 1. Rammy summons a minion based on the card. The suit of the card determines the minion’s Element, while the rank of the card determines their form as well as their skill and intelligence level. Monty uses the rest of the 5 cards to form the best possible hand as to Five-card Draw Poker. He can replace his cards with Faro. Once his hand is formed, he announces it and also passes it to the Rammy. The cards that aren’t part of the hand are returned to the dealer. (In case of a High Card, Rammy can choose which of his cards he’s going to use for the boost) Rammy’s hand determines the power boost that the minion gets – ranging from simply a high card, where the minion would be about as strong as a somewhat athletic non-Nen user, to a Royal Flush, that gives the minion almost unfathomable power levels. Once the “Round” is complete, so is the Minion, and it can now be issued commands and do its creators’ bidding. They can also summon up new minions, starting again from step 1. How many minions they can support depends on their combined Nen reserves and the power levels of current minions. The cards that were used to summon the minions and empower them remain with Rammy and cannot be used again until the ability is dispelled. Only the cards that remain in the deck can be used to summon more minions – the ones exchanged, and the ones not used in the hand. Card Suits – the Elements (The elements and aesthetics are based on Kingdoms of a New World Playing Cards) Spades – the Spirit – have more refined and accurate control over their Aura, more skilled fighters. Armed with swords. Hearts – the Sky – have the ability to fly, and are much faster and more agile. Armed with daggers. Clubs – the Nature – are more intelligent and observant, use leaves on their body as thrown blades. Armed with spears. Diamonds – the Machines – are tougher and stronger, and are able to repair mild damage. Use unarmed combat. Card Ranks – the Minions Pips – all Pips based minions look similar. The 2s are quite dense and slow, having only the most basic brawling skills, while the 10s are quite smart and skilled, able to use their weapons and abilities effectively. Court Cards – each have an individual appearance, and personalities. Jacks are cunning, preferring to use clever tactics and confusing their opponents, not above fighting dirty Queens tend to avoid direct combat, and prefer to trap or disable their opponents, relying on their abilities rather than weapons. Kings are wise planners and strategists, able to command other summoned minions of lower ranks or cooperate with other kings. Aces – the Battlefield A special case occurs when an ace is chosen for the Minion card. Instead of summoning a Minion, it changes the scenery and environment of the surroundings within a 20-m radius around where the card was used by creating a Nen space. That space provides an advantageous battleground for the minions of the same suit, and can impede opponents. The degree to which the battleground affects them depends on the hand. Only one Ace can be used in a battle. Spades – a temple. All minions get a boost in their Aura reserves. Spade minions are able to use advanced Nen techniques with better efficiency and to a greater effect. Hearts – an open plateau. Strong winds blow across the battleground, often changing direction. Minions have intrinsic knowledge of the wind’s direction and can use it to their advantage. Hearts minions get a boost of speed. Clubs – a forest. Provides hiding ground and allows for ambush tactics. Has a mild aura-draining effect on opponents. Clubs minions can restore their own aura from drained aura. Diamonds – a futuristic steampunk-styled factory. Provides a wider array of weapons for all minions. Allows Diamonds minions to replace their body parts with “upgrades” from the factory, increasing their strength and defense. Joker – the wildcard When a Joker card is dealt, it immediately summons a Joker minion, and all the cards currently in Rammy’s hand are used to “boost” it. It will also have the strengths and abilities of all the currently summoned minions combined (if it’s summoned when no minions are on the battlefield, then its strength will depend solely on the hand, and it will not have any special abilities). The Joker is quite literally a wildcard – unpredictable and uncontrollable, it will act on its own, even against the brother’s interests. The black Joker is aggressive. It can and very likely will attack not only the brother’s opponents, but also themselves and the currently summoned minions. Having all the knowledge of the ability that they do, it can deal devastating damage and greatly undermine them. The colored Joker is a trickster. It will mess with everyone on the battlefield, friend and foe alike. It will initiate games, chosen randomly from the wild array of gambling and children’s games, and adapt their rules to the battlefield, forcing everyone on it to follow those rules and punish those that don’t. Hands The hands that are used to empower the minions are based on Poker hands. Though “High card” provides a very small, almost negligible boost, each higher ranking hand doubles the boost of the highest hand of the lower rank (E. g., a two-pair of 2s and 3s provides double the boost than a pair of Aces), while increasing hands in the same rank provide a linear increase in boost (e. g. a pair of aces will provide a boost greater than a pair of kings by the same margin that a pair of kings’ boost would be greater than that of a pair of queens) Limitations, Details, numbers. The Hatsu can only be activated when the three brothers are together, in possession of their card deck, and with their individual Hatsus dispelled. It can be deactivated at any time, by Rammy handing the cards that are currently used to summon and empower the minions back to the dealer, Faro. However, the ability cannot be deactivated if a joker has been summoned, and the joker must be defeated in order to deactivate it. Cheating in the Hatsu can result in grave consequences. Depending on who and at what point cheats, the ability may fail to activate, it may turn the minions against their creators, it can automatically summon the joker or the brothers may lose the ability to use this Hatsu altogether. The Hatsu has a range of 20-m radius centered at the point where it was first activated, considered the "battlefield". Spade, Club and Diamonds minions will not leave that radius, and, if forced outside will focus on trying to return inside. Hearts minions have a much greater, 60 m radius, to allow them movement freedom. While using their abilities, Minions expend aura which is replenished from the users' aura pool while they're in the battlefield. However, when outside of the range, the minions will use up their own aura by using their abilities, and, once depleted, will cease to exist. Given that the amount of aura expended by the ability depends entirely on the number and power of the minions that were summoned, its “cooldown” time varies from around a day to around a week. In exceptional cases, when there were too many or too powerful minions summoned, it may also impede the brother’s individual Hatsus, and require them an extended amount of time to recover and be able to use it again. Given the conditions of the ability, minions can only be summoned so long as there are cards in the deck. In the best-case scenario, there are few high-ranking minions with strong hands empowering them. In the worst-case scenario, there are many weak minions empowered by weak hands. The most powerful possible minion summoned is a King empowered by a Royal flush. The resulting power of such minion would be somewhere around eighty thousand times more powerful than an average street brawler, making them comparable in power to the strongest characters in the show. However, the odds of drawing a Royal Flush in 5-card poker are nearly six and a half hundred thousand to one, and also drawing a king with it makes it even less likely. Big thanks to u/Stabbackerr for the original idea, inspiration and support!

I know that a lot of people in this subreddit are hesitating whether to leave or not. I thought I'd share the story of why I decided to radically change my life for the better. This might take a while so enjoy! You can't say I ever liked school. It's even quite easy to pretend that I was a bad student. I have never said a word higher than the other, I have never disrespected my teachers, or even my classmates, but I have never made the slightest effort to satisfy them either. I did as little as possible, both for classes and for socialization: I spent my time looking out the window, sitting at the back of the class, waiting for it to pass. I spent ten years in boredom. When I was a child, before I was ten, I lived in the countryside. I remember that I was almost interested in school, but that I was often abused by other children. Mainly because I refused to defend myself, but also because of my mother's origins (Arab) and the status of my family, my parents' divorce. Now that divorce is almost the logical continuation of marriage, it may be difficult to conceive, but twenty years ago it was not very common and the fact of getting there was detrimental. More than anything, I was the only Arab in the school. Nevertheless, I had some friends and these years went by without much drama. There comes adolescence, first dates and the broken hearts that go with it, the first important exams, the rising stress. I think that's when it started to get more complicated for me socially. I no longer understood my classmates, their stupid interests, and they gave it back to me well. My geekly looks, my scooter, my interest in books and art didn't really help my case. However, this time was saved by a miraculous encounter with my first boyfriend. I was 14 years old and this was the first time I had met someone a little different. We shared many revolts and the same desire for happiness and fullness. We were of the same species, with the difference that he categorically refused any compromise. He was a UFO like me, but more confident, smarter, much cooler too. We rubbed shoulders in a completely unusual way, and very quickly, I linked my destiny to his. The years I spent with him allowed me to emerge, to assert myself. The reason I mention it here is that I know, indirectly, that it is a big part of my life today. My last school year was the most controversial. The courses given did not interest me in the least. Where's the interest in algebra, in Thales' theorem? When, where, under what circumstances in my daily life would I have to use a compass? I always had a certain respect for my teachers, but suddenly I no longer felt that they would bring anything to my future life. I even had the feeling that people were trying to force ideas into my mind that were not mine. I found all the tricks to miss school, I went as little as possible. Instead, I spent my afternoons taking pictures or writing, sleeping in the morning or watching TV series. In fact, I spent so little time there that in one year I didn't know more than half of the names of the other students. A few months before the end of the year, an old man in a suit came to my class. We were warned that he was going to come, that we could ask him questions about what to do next, what training options were available, that we would finally have some answers. It was an important visit for me, for once I had arrived early at school. I realized that there were things going on after school, that it wouldn't have much to do with everything I had been through so far. There was a lot of uncertainty, a lot of possibility and openness, but at the same time too much restriction and no real guarantee. I needed help to take the measure of it, I saw this man as a support. But instead, he made us fill out a stupid questionnaire that was supposed to guide us in choosing our future professions. It's been more than ten years today, but I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I told him that I didn't need to fill out all these papers, that I wanted to be a photographer or writer, an actress or do something to help people. He replied with a certain contempt that these were not professions, and ordered me to fill out this paper like the others. I had to give in, but I was suffocating with anger and dismay. A few weeks later, we received the results. Ten pages of calculations to tell us who we were going to have to be for the next fifty years. The verdict came suddenly: police officer or commercial employee. The plague or cholera, the choice between hanging or drowning. He chose for me: - "Well, I guess given your origins, it won't be the police. " In ten minutes, my case was closed. I had one week to fill out a cover letter, three months to find a job. The most disturbing thing is that at the time, this treatment seemed almost normal to me. I stayed in my place, a little disappointed and confused, but I never said anything about this story. Looking back, I blamed myself, but what could I have done? How to answer? What can I say? At the time, I was fifteen years old and had no idea what to say. This was his chance. Today, I swear things would be different. I'd scream like a piglet, turn the whole class around, pee on his little briefcase and let his beautiful suit soak in the toilet. But for the time being, I had always been taught to listen to adults and their advice. In a world where only the surface matters, this (patheticly incompetent) guidance counsellor was supposed to hold the truth. Just like a journalist, a politician or a businessman. How can I oppose what he said? Especially when he pronounces them with such poise and in a tone that doesn't allow me to reply. At the time I didn't know it yet, but this event will become a driving force, the cruelty of this man, the violence of his words, a warning. I still didn't have a great idea of the life that awaited me, but I understood that neither did others, not even grown-ups. He has, in an extreme and definitive way, discredited the adult in my eyes. That day, I understood that age is no guarantee of intelligence, no more than respect or boldness. – "Okay, adults are dead, " I thought. But a trouble arose from the fact that I did not find my salvation in people my age either. I was working with stubborn morons, young people who didn't want to get into trouble. I spent my postadolescence wandering with them from one fast food to the other, from one stupid evening to the next. We're fascinated by the morons of reality TV, clips, any screen. We do everything to be as cool as possible, we answer a lot of complex and stupid codes, which we usually don't understand ourselves. We listen to noisy group music in vogue, not really talented. Sometimes we go out. Do I really have to describe the atmosphere of bars or nightclubs on Saturday nights? We prepare for hours to be as good as possible, we put all our efforts into a fake, vulgar beauty. For these gentlemen it's not really better. They spend their evenings challenging each other or looking at each other like a tiled dog. Nobody knows what he's doing here, so we turn our heads with everything we can find, pills, alcohol, sex, whatever. We stumble and laugh, we throw up and we don't apologize, because it's almost cool to throw up. Today we would even capture this moment with a smartphone. And all this circus with the argument that life is short, and that we must take advantage of it. What a load of crap! In general, it's pretty cool to be a rebel, to have drilled clothes and to come home dilapidated from the evening. But Monday morning we'll all go back to work without fail, like puppets. We will find our office terribly lifeless. – Besides, the office... This only memory is horrifying. This eternal confinement between the computer, the desk and the coffee machine. With the same files, the same silence broken by laconic conversations, the same clock that does not move forward. In the meantime, my guidance counsellor had me, I found a job as a commercial employee. I will forever have a deadly memory of this place, literally, I had the impression that I was evolving in the midst of dead people. A nice new building, filled with modern zombies, stale and tired people, who come here almost more out of habit than out of obligation. What violence. I remember some of my colleagues with whom I sincerely bonded, whom I loved very much, and who helped me get out of there. These angels who made me understand that I had nothing to do there, that I could still do something with my life. For all the others, I had an equally deep hatred. These farmed chickens, unable to care about anyone or anything. Today hatred has turned into desolation, almost pity. How do they do it? What do they have in life? How do they get up each morning? For those who love their work, I understand. But what about all the others? Sometimes I feel pathetic thinking that. I feel lazy and cowardly, I blame myself for being so demanding on life. Sometimes, even today, I feel guilty. But I can't imagine that we can accept that life! Nine hours a day, five days a week, four weeks a month, eleven months a year, fifty years in a lifetime! Nearly 100, 000 hours repeating the same gestures, the same actions, without any real desire. Some take comfort in the few public holidays in the year, in their vacation month, in their parental leave or, worse, in their retirement. How can it be enough for them to know that at sixty-five (if things don't change until then), they will retire? Even civil workers who take it at fifty, what's the point?! How can you live without even remembering the last time you did something for the first time? What a sad life. They keep saying that they have no choice, that if everyone were like me, the system would die. That they have children to feed, loans to pay. That I'm young and uncultured, that I'll see in a few years. It's been years now, I still don't understand it. Let's get along: I have nothing against work. I am well aware that work is necessary, that it is even a virtue. I am also aware that if young people refuse it, society, as it is currently built, will not last long. But first of all, a society can evolve. And two, above all, there is work and work. I sincerely believe that the majority of jobs in the service sector are worthless and will never allow a human being to flourish. By this I mean all the professions of sales, finance, insurance, all secretaries, accountants, all those who never produce anything concrete. I also have difficulty with the general idea that the work we do defines our value as humans. That's the first question you ask when you meet someone:''What do you do for a living''. His answer allows us to situate him in the social scale, to get a very precise idea of the person he is, even before we have really spoken to him. Do I really need to make it clear that my value goes far beyond that? I feel like I'm writing something so sensible that it's stupid to take it up. I would like one day the first thing you ask someone to do is: "What do you like to do in life? What feeds your day? I am committed to it. Today I found some initial answers to my discomfort with the world of work, but at the time I didn't understand anything about it. And that misunderstanding really weighed on me. What aggressiveness I contained, what disorder, what pain. At the beginning of my apprenticeship, I was reassured by thinking that, for my part, it would only be three years. Three years of training, time to reach the age of majority and leave far from this misery. I would end up with a rather interesting diploma in Switzerland, which would open several doors for me for the rest of my career. But three years. Three years when you're sixteen is a long time. Despite that, I tried. Social and family pressure, fear of being rejected as the main reasons. But after three months I became depressed, after six months my body gave up on me, after nine months I stopped talking and eating. Gently I isolated myself, separated from my boyfriend of the time, my beloved sidekick. My father too. I came to feel lost in my own family. I could handle everything. I was stunted, with a disturbing pallor, my body threatened to collapse with every step. It would be impossible for me to describe today these months of bleak wandering, the precariousness in which I found myself. I went from one psychologist to another, from one drug to the more powerful analogue. In the end, my emotions were so tame that I no longer felt anything. I remember this emptiness, this emptiness, this emptiness, this emptiness, all around me. For the first time in my life, I honestly thought it was better to be dead. I received several warnings at work. The directors even summoned my parents, worried and powerless. No one understood. How is it possible to be in such a state when everyone else works hard? That others do it well. I didn't understand what was going on with myself. I couldn't explain how this place was eating at me. God, the others, I hated them so much. What is wrong with me? How am I going to make a success of my life? I'm pathetic, I hate myself. I went to see yet another psychologist, I thought I was crazy, at least bipolar or autistic, probably more. That's when the term came up: hypersensitive. Just this. All this for that? Just because I'm a little too sensitive? Oh, for God's sake! He was a funny psychologist. His voice was broken, you could barely hear what he was saying. I think he had an accident in the past. That's why I chose him at the time, he was also a little screwed up. A little lame. He put a book in my hands:''People who are afraid to be afraid'' of Elaine Aron. I think it was that book that saved my life. For the first time I knew what was going on in my brain, I learned that I wasn't crazy. Okay, I was a little wobbly, but wobbly is fine, wobbly is even good. Today I like to associate this sensitivity with Into the Wild's sentence:''the fragility of the crystal does not make it weak, it makes it delicate''. This book had become my bible. Like a survival manual, a gospel for strange people. I was able to get advice and help from it. Thanks to it, I learned to know my limits, to take care of myself, but above all, I understood that there were many people like me. That this particularity, if tamed and worked on, could become an infinite wealth, a real strength. I burst my fist on the table and refused to resign myself. One day, it was one day too many. Nothing special happened, it was just too much. I gave my leave without telling anyone. In a flash, without any other form of procedure, without asking anyone for their opinion. My brain had been spinning in a loop for several weeks, repeating that word: resign! resign! resign! resign! resign! I wrote a wonderful letter (well, yes, I was a commercial employee), and brought it to my manager. I still don't know today where this momentum came from, from what ultimate survival instinct. What a liberation I felt, it was years ago, but I will remember this day my whole life August 28, 2012. I know, in a confusing way, that the origin of my life as an adventurer lies there. I went home and told my mother. She was not pleased with the news, perhaps because at the time I was unable to explain the reasons. It must be said that adolescence was not really a success for me, nor was her forties. The dialogue between us had been broken for several years. A big argument broke out, words that shouldn't even be reserved for your worst enemy were said, from both sides. I packed my bags and left home. We haven't seen each other for months, years. Today, with all the hindsight in the world, I can understand her position. We lived, and still do, in very different realities. In her world, in her truths, my actions were dangerous, stupid and disrespectful. For my part, her reaction was an unequivocal attack on me as a person. We were unable to empathize because the gap between us was so wide. Basically, her reaction was worry and mine was a need for support that I had never felt before. There is one sentence that I like very much, and that I repeat myself every time I am criticized: "Any reproach is an unspoken request for love. " I believe that these words are the basis for respectful and non-violent communication. I sometimes got asked by friends how I handled my parents' reaction. The truth is, there is no magic formula. At the time I answered with clumsiness -''Whoever loves me follows me, if they don't accept me they have nothing to do in my life''. Today I would rather say that communication is the key. That their annoyance or aggressiveness is only the direct consequence of their fear, and therefore of their love. And fear is reassuring. With words, most of the time. That's it, I would say you have to prepare your arguments. Even if unfortunately, often, it is not enough. It's hard, it's the problem of my generation: we don't want the life our parents imagined for us. I think it is one of the most difficult challenges for the future traveller, or for anyone who chooses a marginal path; we must be prepared to give up the recognition of our parents. For my part, I was fortunate to have the support of my father, my first supporter, my ally in life. I think this adventure has brought us closer together. He was the only one who supported me from the beginning, the only one who encouraged me, even knowing that I didn't have all the cards in my hand yet. With my mother it took longer, but I know that today she is also very proud of me. Time is an ally. When I left my job, it was the day before the exams, and out of pride, I still wanted to take them. I wanted to prove to myself that I was capable of it, that my decision was not an act of cowardice or incapacity, but of courage. I had to pass them to affirm that this bohemian life was a choice, and that I had to assume the consequences. All the consequences. I had already started well: I was 18 years and five days old, with a big bag on my back and only three hundred dollars of savings. No house, no education, no mother. I had isolated myself so much during that year that I no longer had any friends either. The following months were a battle to get my head out of the water. It was a slow and gradual return to life, a courageous tour de force. This was followed by two years of wandering and research. I had a very precise idea of what I didn't want, but no longer really an idea of what I wanted. I had done about ten jobs, moved out ten times too. I tried as best I could to find my place in this world that didn't want me. I felt like a goldfish going up the stream, starting a poker game with missing cards. I worked a lot, sometimes more than average, but I didn't earn much. I often worked in rather silly positions, but despite that, I was free to move freely. I didn't have a restrictive contract, I changed jobs as I wanted, I could leave at any time. I think that's what I loved and which is still very precious to me today: if you call me and propose a project, we can start tomorrow. Even if it's on the other side of the world, two or three phone calls and I'm ready. – THE MEETING OF TRAVEL - END 2014 That is what happened. Well, I'm not sure you can call it a project, but one day, on Facebook, I read the post of a French singer I really liked. He's a bit of a rebel, he was slandering his fans for their lack of involvement in his concerts. I don't know what the post was talking about exactly, but it pointed out that people were no longer involved in anything, that they were dedicating their lives to futile activities, that no one was capable of madness anymore. I don't know why, but his pout had aroused my curiosity, so I decided to answer him. I sent him an equally stupid message, and he challenged me with a challenge: "I don't know where you live, but I'll meet you tomorrow at 6:00 p. m. at this address, if you're there, I'd love to invite you for a beer. Puymirol, lost in the bush in the south of France. Are there really people living there?! I start the search on Google Maps and realize that there are more than eight hundred kilometers that it is already 6pm, that I have to go to work the next day. I declined the offer. At the time I was working for an insurance broker and I had resumed my studies in evening classes. I was doing a catch-up to get my high school diploma, so I could then become a social educator. I chose this job because it was human, because it is the thing I do best in life. It didn't matter that I had to do seven years of study, at least my days would make sense. This thought made sense to me, people were happy when I told them about this project. Without realizing it, I was going back gently, dangerously, into this system that was so horrible to me. I worked from 10 am to 5 pm in an office and from 6 pm to 9 pm I was at school. The two activities that a few years earlier disgusted me the most. At noon I ate a sandwich on the run, and in the evening, too exhausted to cook, I ate a bowl of corn flakes while falling asleep in front of the TV. Getting out of the system is a fight, but it doesn't stop there. The challenge is not to dive back into it. It takes a lot of passion and constant attention not to deny your dreams and values. To avoid being taken on a path that is not ours. Sometimes, even today, I am afraid that I will lack the strength and eventually resign myself. Without knowing it, this guy dropped a bomb. I spent the hour of French thinking about it, the hour of computer science booking a carpool (for the very first time in my life), then the hour of German preparing an email for my employer. The next morning I took the road to Toulouse, as if nothing had happened. I told my story to the driver who couldn't believe it, he became a friend that I still see today. I arrived in Toulouse in the early afternoon. It was one of the first times, if not the first time, that I was going somewhere alone. I had heard so much about this city, my mother had warned me that there had been a shooting a few months earlier, I was panicked at the idea. I entered the subway to get to the station, I hugged my backpack, I was convinced that I was going to get robbed. Every time I met an Arab, even though I was an Algerian myself, I was afraid he would attack me. I was twenty years old and spent too many years watching the news on French channels. I had no idea of the reality of the world I was living in. As the minutes went by, seeing that there was no danger, I relaxed. It was November, we had snow in Switzerland for several days, but here the sun was shining. It was even hot. I had an hour to kill before I boarded for a second carpool. At the time, hitchhiking was not even considered. I was walking in the street and people were smiling, happy. I really liked this city and the atmosphere there. After a few hours, between car and walking, I arrived at the meeting place. It was 5:59 p. m., Swiss punctuality. I met this boy, we drank our beer and spent the evening together. As the hours went by, I felt more uncomfortable. This guy, although full of talent, contained an anger in him, which still confuses me today. I don't think you should ever meet your idols. I still had some money and decided to spend a few days in Toulouse, I had enjoyed the city so much. I took the subway back to the centre, and this time you'll laugh, my bag was stolen. No more wallets or passports, no more business or spare clothes. Nothing left. But against all odds, it was fine. What terrified me the day before, today, no longer seemed so serious to me. I cannot explain this new recklessness. I just had a deep feeling that I was going to be fine. I went down to the city centre and walked past a group of street musicians, who, ironically, were playing a song by the artist I met the day before. They had a little sign saying, ''We don't bite, come and talk''. I always listen to the signs. At the end of their song, I joined them. There were four of them, early 30s, dreadlocks. I told them about my journey and it made them laugh. They resumed their concert and invited me to play with them. I don't know any instruments and can't sing, so I make eggs! Sometimes the triangle, it depended on the pieces. They were very gentle, they radiated an energy and kindness that surprised me. I wondered how they were doing it to be so happy. At the end of the concert, they asked me to spend a few days at their house, but I refused. I had to go home, it suddenly seemed urgent. One of them told me to do hitchhiking, I asked him if he was crazy?! Less than an hour later, I was out of town, with a "Swiss" sign in my hands. They are convincing these travellers. They gave me the money they won during their concert, about twenty euros and waited a while with me. I was shaking, scared to death. A first car stopped, I squeezed my four angels very tightly and I got in. The driver was worried, she told me so. I realized that she was as afraid of me as I was of her. What a mistake. I wonder when we stopped trusting each other. She drove me almost to Geneva, in a small border village. She was also surprised when she heard my adventure, she welcomed me into her home for the night. The next day she dropped me off at a gas station outside Geneva, in two minutes I had found a car for Lausanne, two hours later I was at home. What a life I had lived in three days! These few days had given me a glimpse that another life was possible. All I needed was skill, boldness, and a little luck. There was nothing very specific, let alone guaranteed, but there was a possible balance somewhere, and I had to find it. I had to risk it. I had a whole new energy in me. I've never felt like this before. I felt strong, almost fierce. I had just tasted freedom for the very first time in my life, and suddenly it seemed essential to me to fight for it, to defend it with all my soul. I was surprised at the years it took me to understand it. A succession of little nothing had cut into the chain and this improbable little event had made it crack. What a slap in the face when you realize you don't have the life you want. That we have cheated too much with our dreams, that we can no longer lie to ourselves: that we must leave. The night I returned, I wrote to the principal of my school and then to my boss. The next week I left my apartment. A few months later, I left without a penny with my thumb stretched towards Norway. I left my loved ones without knowing when I would return, I didn't even know if and how I would return.

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I hope everyone on here gets the help they need and realize that there is hope if you're willing to fight for yourself. I know this post is going to be unbearably long at some parts but I think it's important for me to explain what I do and why I do it so you can hopefully apply it to your lives. Keep a journal: As trivial and silly as it sounds, keeping a journal to unleash all my uninhibited thoughts and feelings helped me immensely throughout my adolescence and adulthood. I had always been the person hesitant to confide in a non-professional (family, friend, coworker etc) to avoid judgement, unsolicited advice, fake sympathy and I feel a lot of people feel the same way. The first big step I took for my depression is writing down a 7 page account of events that I believe lead to a perpetual state of depression. Getting all that information out of my head gave me a huge sense of relief. 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