{"id":11305,"date":"2014-11-22T13:01:43","date_gmt":"2014-11-22T12:01:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=11305"},"modified":"2026-09-27T13:14:14","modified_gmt":"2026-09-27T12:14:14","slug":"author","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/author.html","title":{"rendered":"Xavier By Himself"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"\"<\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

I was born an afternoon of may 1949\u00a0in Paris the first day of Gemini. My father Jean named me Xavier. I am Gemini, born after twins\u00a0that led me bluntly. Drawn from childhood through creativity, art and mystery, I was\u00a0interested in everything, nosing about everywhere, picking up all I could.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dinky Toys and Body Outing<\/h4>\n

Very quickly I collected anything, like the covers of camembert cheese with naive drawings which decorated the walls of my room. While pinning the fiftieth cover the unbearable smell brings me back to stamps and Dinky Toys. Myopic at eleven, I also collect eyeglasses, or rather the fifty ways to lose them. I forgot them, left them everywhere, I crashed them, I throw them in the garbage can, I lost them in a torrent, and I had them steal by a monkey at the Zoo de Vincennes. What Mom never accepted to believe. Various head injuries opened my fontanelle which leads me to a metaphysical way.<\/p>\n

When\u00a0twelve, in a Breton garden, I make my first conscious body outing<\/a>. This radical experience forever changes my perception of the world.<\/p>\n

Teenage\u00a0surprises me roaming\u00a0the rooftops of Paris, a sandwich in my bag and big sky in my eyes. I spend my bacc<\/a>first degree<\/span>\u00a0in June 1968, hit by tear gas of\u00a0nearby May, whose tub lulled time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"sois-jeune-et-tais-toi-200po\"Mai68<\/h4>\n

I joined\u00a0Dany Le Rouge<\/a>also callled Daniel Cohn Bendit, he was the lefty leader during mai68 events in Paris<\/span> in Nanterre University – still in ruins\u00a0after\u00a0the events – where I picked up my Philosophy\u00a0Master.<\/p>\n

Disappointed as many by the after\u00a0May, I flew to Asia. In Macau – which was still in Portuguese\u00a0China – \u00a0I prepared my Masters in philosophy, aesthetics section, ie\u00a0philosophy of art. I also studied Epistemology, the philosophy of science.<\/p>\n

I completed my education by studying journalism, and got\u00a0a Master of Information Science, plus IFP diploma.<\/p>\n

After an adventurous trip to Turkey, I hung around with a dusty feet Parisian girl, Micha, who will soon become my wife. With this perfect accomplice, I explore interdisciplinary corridors of life with a broad smile. We are Knights of Dream, armed wit butterfly nets, wriggling on the threshold of adult life that fascinates and repels us.<\/p>\n

We are suffering from Peter Pan complex – temperamental and characterized refusal to grow up. The years after 68 had a taste of defeat that does not suit us at all: we’ll spend the next ten years on the road.<\/p>\n

“I don’t want ever to be a man,” Peter said with passion. “I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time with the fairies.”<\/p>