This is a fantastic tale of how humans and nature can work together to manage the Earth. In this case, it is about water. The story takes place around a small area with a dry wadi, which can turn into a raging torrent during torrential rains.

That is the outer side of the story.

What matters to the collaborating people in this fiction is that nature itself gets a say. Globally, this already happens here and there, but nature’s interests are represented there by humans.

It is called a «Parl...

Indochina, 1951. Tonkin and northern Annam have been liberated by the Vietminh. In the south, the French are fighting a vicious battle to keep the corrupt regime in

Saigon in power.

We meet Ruben in Nha Trang, an Annamese port town where he debarked from a French ocean liner in search of a monastery that a script said had to be somewhere in the mountains of Annam.

It was not the only reason for his quest: he had inherited a chest with unusual contents: a small skeleton.

Accompanying the che...

This quest takes you from brutal neoliberalism, from earning models based on crises and wars, to an inclusive economy. Past the complementary emotion- and knowledge-based economy views. Along the fallacy that permanence and flux lie on the same x-axis, likewise with the concepts of freedom and security. And to the appalling discovery that Earth is warming up so fast because the cooling system – based on cloud formation, i.e. water – is getting way out of control due to desiccation and des...

It is a love story.

About a boy, blind, but free as a bird.

And about the sweet, headstrong daughter of a stubborn baker. She, too, was free.

With a dying girl of wealthy parents, whom they took in their unconditional love and set her free.

It happened in a fishing village on the Côte d’Azur, during the summer of 1957.

As long as no one interfered with them, everything went well.

Has it really happened?

Has this love story stood out in the Akasha Chronicles that much that a writer could pi...

Sometimes, where people are familiar together, it happens that someone joins in, causing short circuits and patterns get disrupted.

It started with the garden.

An estate/hotel was looking for a gardener (m/f).

A man with an aura of wildness came.

A day later there was a young woman at the door, with all the required qualifications and her autistic toddler.

There was the owner’s secret: a letter from the bank.

There was pressure to participate in an absurd sewage project. Absurd? Not if you ...