Luckily while talking to my friend, it comes up that her mom works in HR at a prestigious company in Paris. So I give her my CV, and luckily I get that internship. Fast forward to my first day. I show up to the regional HQ of that company—an impressive old building in the heart of Paris. This is my first day; I am super nervous. I ring the bell, the door opens. I introduce myself to the receptionist, “Hi, I am Claude. Today is the first day of my internship”. She asks me a few questions like “who are you meeting with” etc… but I can not answer. I have never met the person I am supposed to intern with. There was no interview. She makes a few phone calls. Minutes are passing. Clearly, something is wrong
My challenge: Making the most of balling in London
My choice: Keep on balling forever, or commit to one woman
Vulnerability side of the story: True love is scary. How to know a feeling that happens once in life if lucky
Moving to London at 22 was one of the most difficult but also the best decision I could make. I had to break the mold. Change my environment to grow. Sad that I had to change to fit
I got my bachelor’s degree. Yay! Big deal. Or so I thought, for like less than 2 seconds. Even before graduating, I knew that this bachelor’s degree in Marketing and Sales would not be enough for anything.
I was the first person in my family to go to business school. Still, almost 20 years after graduating, I am the only one to have been to business school. Do you. think it is because of skills? Nope!
I am 16. I am in Paris with my crew. It is a hot summer. I am sweating. Not because of the temperature but because of the adrenaline going through my veins.
I was lucky in my life. I am very grateful for it. One of my most significant luck was to travel outside of France at a very young age. It showed my that I could matter.
What do you want to do when you grow up? The most common question adults ask kids. As far as I could remember, my first answer was: I want to be a journalist
The hardest challenge I experienced in my life was the death of my brother. Manuel. I was 9. He was 14.
Not much more than this to say. I do not believe there is a need to explain or build a story around the topic. It is simple and non negotiable.