As everyone should know, I quickly got bored with education because of a whole new thing: the Personal Computer. Rings a bell ?
Alas, I was not living a San Francisco garage but in Paris, where computers, Compuserve and Internet were almost unknown. 

So, I decided to resume to my life as a delinquent, which began when I stole tens thousands of dollars from my mother needed for buying a new computer – my PC VGA commodore quickly came to its end of life. My most intriguing acquisition was the computer-equivalent of a Taser: a 2400 compatible Minitel modem. I quickly grew tired of the Minitel, most likely caused by the suicide note that had been sent to me by one of my contacts, which I hope I will not be held responsible for despite my caustic humor and abrasive personality.

There was indeed more than only the Minitel, I discovered the world of BBS servers of all sizes often held by private individuals, which allowed to exchange messages and files. I end up creating one, the first one was dedicated to Windows and was soberly titled "Windows Manor". It is that I have always dreamed of a mansion with a swimming pool, an English butler and an American billiards. There were servers all over the world. It was enough to pay the price of an international connection, for example, with Compuserve. Several euros a minute.

Of course, there were solutions: hacking the servers and accounts, even the telecoms operators used blue boxes themselves and even organized teams of dealers who illegally copied video games in the playground. Yes, that I also did that and I can brag about having introduced Wolf3D to the French people, prior the official release. We all had daring names – mine was a comic character – and I remember a "cat" with a French secret service agent who explained to me that our dialogue was recorded on video camera. 

I spend my time briefly on the creation of my magazine on CD-ROM editions Cybex: bad timing. With the democratization of the graphical interfaces and the arrival of French access points, everything changed: the internet as we know it became financially accessible and I deposited my first domain name in 1994: it was that became two years later.

It was a fascinating time: no wonder that was one of the first webzines in the world because everything was new and upcoming. You had to encode on the note book and then transfer the articles via FTP. Needless to say, I alone could put the articles of my fellow journalists online. When search engines were invented, they did not index texts, but only the title and meta tags. For your articles to be seen, it was sufficient to only tag "Pamela Anderson" to the keywords, even if your article talked about mold in Haute-Garonne. No wonder all press, and TV channels talked about me: it is not that they had a lot of choice and it was very easy to be listed as one of the best French sites.

And when the writing was finally accessible through online publishers and my fellow journalists and apprentice-journalists finally got access to the web, journalism writing workshops were created. I helped the CFPJ to design their first module: journalism online. "You have to go to the Internet for the Internet." I suggested.

Since then I live a very ordinary life. I build up a startup to help artists export their works and brands. Nothing special.


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