Translator: Elisabeth Buffard Reviewer: eric vautier
It’s our childhood dream that gives us the strength to move forward.
I have always loved the sea.
I offer you a little experience:
we will close our eyes a few seconds
and we will sit in front of the ocean.
I’m on the deck of a sailor’s boat that I liked a lot,
Jean Maurel.
I have my hand on this winch crank
and I’m already dreaming of big spaces.
I just went 30 times around the boat
jumping on the trampoline and I want more.
At the time, my grandfather read me the Iliad and the Odyssey.
I learned Prévert’s poems, singing.
I have always loved the sea
I had a dream one night, that I will go off alone.
This dream never left me.
At school, I spent more time looking at the clouds
and the wind in the trees to listen to my teachers.
I could not stay more than 5 minutes on a chair
and I dreamed of climbing trees.
Unfortunately, the yard was concrete.
I never really understood why the courtyards were concrete.
I would have preferred to be able to play barefoot and run after a balloon.
I had this amazing chance to be able to do sports-sailing studies in 6th.
I learned how to live together.
We went out in groups of several people,
for several days, several weeks,
we went out to sea or while traveling.
We learned to live together with each other,
we learned how to share
and this requirement of high level and surpassing oneself.
But to continue my dream, I had to convince the undecided,
especially my father, a seaman,
who said to me, “Arthur, stop dreaming. “
He wanted to protect me of course, but I did not listen to him.
To continue this adventure, I had to
find me financial partners.
It’s a big challenge,
I spent a lot of time doing business.
In 2010, I managed to do the Solitaire du Figaro.
Some partners and companies support me,
and I am the youngest of the race.
I finish at an honorable place.
I learn a lot of jobs in accelerated.
The job of communicating, the craft to build boats,
draw sails.
I put my nose in the engine too, to learn to repair.
And now come events that disrupt a life.
I almost lost the use of my right arm.
We are at sea, in Palma, Spain,
and the wind is strong, we are on a boat of 20 meters,
crewed this time.
All of a sudden, a loose fitting piece
and the rope used to wind the sail surrounds my arm.
I climb in the air, propelled like a twig
and by instinct, I cling to the prop of the boat.
I slacken along the forestay and fall with all my weight on the deck of the boat.
I lose a few seconds acquaintance
and when I wake up I have my arm hanging next to me, inert.
An excruciating pain begins to grow.
A few hours pass before returning to port.
There, a beautiful nurse with turquoise eyes
gives me a good dose of morphine.
I can tell you that it was good!
Follows a long period of convalescence
where I spend a lot of time in rehabilitation center
and between two sessions,
I also spend a lot of time with a great physio, Julie,
which far exceeds my pain threshold.
In fact, the project is to take off all the flesh from the skin, underneath,
to try to repel the nerves that were very affected.
We spend three hours a day for several weeks,
even months, trying to push back those nerves.
And in the end, we come to something.
My fingers start to bounce
and then my hand, and then my arm.
This is where I discover that the human body is an extraordinary machine
and you have to take care of it, of course.
My dreams are going away.
I can go alone and thanks to fabulous people –
Claudine, Bruno, Alain, Marc –
who give me confidence in myself,
I’m leaving at sea.
Before, I was fearless and fiery, I always am a little.
But I’m learning patience,
the one that allows you to bounce back.
In a few days, I’m going to make a mythical song
called the Route du Rhum.
I’m going alone on this boat
which is about 40 feet
and that will allow me, I hope, to make a rather incredible result.
The race starts from Saint-Malo and goes to Pointe-à-Pitre.
It’s a 3,500 mile race
and in my category we will be 55 participants.
Here is the boat.
He is handsome, is not he ?
Me, I find it rather not bad!
I will spend a lot of time actually inside this cabin.
That’s me and here.
It is an environment that is quite spartan and uncomfortable.
But hey, I still have this little pink pouf
which will allow me to rest.
It’s a place that is quite spartan and uncomfortable,
but in fact, we really personify the boat.
I will find myself, talking to him, to confide in him,
to caress him to ask him to move faster.
We get a little zinzin but we continue to do it.
At sea, we must reconnect with our survival instinct
because the universe is quite hostile.
This instinct of survival that we all have in us.
For example, the other day I was off Ireland
and I leave for a big nap of 20 minutes.
After fifteen minutes, I wake up
and with a start, I leave the boat
and I just have time to push the bar because right in front of me,
there is a fishing boat that has just crossed and crossed my path.
In fact this situation has happened to me several times already.
At sea, all our senses are on alert.
And even in our sleep,
we are attentive to what happens, it’s pretty incredible.
It’s something that still surprises me
to get to have that instinct that comes out when you’re sailing.
In all that I do, I do not necessarily seek happiness
but I’m looking for great challenges
and then to live intensely my life.
I propose to close your eyes together
and try to dream about these large, fragile expanses of water
what are the oceans.
And who knows?
Maybe we will cross paths?
♫ Drift, drift, drift ♫
♫ Drift, my lover, drift ♫
♫ The current brings me back to this pebble we love ♫
♫ Drift, drift, drift ♫
♫ Drift, my lover, drift ♫
Thank you so much.
(Applause)
It’s our childhood dream that gives us the strength to move forward.
I have always loved the sea.
I offer you a little experience:
we will close our eyes a few seconds
and we will sit in front of the ocean.
I’m on the deck of a sailor’s boat that I liked a lot,
Jean Maurel.
I have my hand on this winch crank
and I’m already dreaming of big spaces.
I just went 30 times around the boat
jumping on the trampoline and I want more.
At the time, my grandfather read me the Iliad and the Odyssey.
I learned Prévert’s poems, singing.
I have always loved the sea
I had a dream one night, that I will go off alone.
This dream never left me.
At school, I spent more time looking at the clouds
and the wind in the trees to listen to my teachers.
I could not stay more than 5 minutes on a chair
and I dreamed of climbing trees.
Unfortunately, the yard was concrete.
I never really understood why the courtyards were concrete.
I would have preferred to be able to play barefoot and run after a balloon.
I had this amazing chance to be able to do sports-sailing studies in 6th.
I learned how to live together.
We went out in groups of several people,
for several days, several weeks,
we went out to sea or while traveling.
We learned to live together with each other,
we learned how to share
and this requirement of high level and surpassing oneself.
But to continue my dream, I had to convince the undecided,
especially my father, a seaman,
who said to me, “Arthur, stop dreaming. “
He wanted to protect me of course, but I did not listen to him.
To continue this adventure, I had to
find me financial partners.
It’s a big challenge,
I spent a lot of time doing business.
In 2010, I managed to do the Solitaire du Figaro.
Some partners and companies support me,
and I am the youngest of the race.
I finish at an honorable place.
I learn a lot of jobs in accelerated.
The job of communicating, the craft to build boats,
draw sails.
I put my nose in the engine too, to learn to repair.
And now come events that disrupt a life.
I almost lost the use of my right arm.
We are at sea, in Palma, Spain,
and the wind is strong, we are on a boat of 20 meters,
crewed this time.
All of a sudden, a loose fitting piece
and the rope used to wind the sail surrounds my arm.
I climb in the air, propelled like a twig
and by instinct, I cling to the prop of the boat.
I slacken along the forestay and fall with all my weight on the deck of the boat.
I lose a few seconds acquaintance
and when I wake up I have my arm hanging next to me, inert.
An excruciating pain begins to grow.
A few hours pass before returning to port.
There, a beautiful nurse with turquoise eyes
gives me a good dose of morphine.
I can tell you that it was good!
Follows a long period of convalescence
where I spend a lot of time in rehabilitation center
and between two sessions,
I also spend a lot of time with a great physio, Julie,
which far exceeds my pain threshold.
In fact, the project is to take off all the flesh from the skin, underneath,
to try to repel the nerves that were very affected.
We spend three hours a day for several weeks,
even months, trying to push back those nerves.
And in the end, we come to something.
My fingers start to bounce
and then my hand, and then my arm.
This is where I discover that the human body is an extraordinary machine
and you have to take care of it, of course.
My dreams are going away.
I can go alone and thanks to fabulous people –
Claudine, Bruno, Alain, Marc –
who give me confidence in myself,
I’m leaving at sea.
Before, I was fearless and fiery, I always am a little.
But I’m learning patience,
the one that allows you to bounce back.
In a few days, I’m going to make a mythical song
called the Route du Rhum.
I’m going alone on this boat
which is about 40 feet
and that will allow me, I hope, to make a rather incredible result.
The race starts from Saint-Malo and goes to Pointe-à-Pitre.
It’s a 3,500 mile race
and in my category we will be 55 participants.
Here is the boat.
He is handsome, is not he ?
Me, I find it rather not bad!
I will spend a lot of time actually inside this cabin.
That’s me and here.
It is an environment that is quite spartan and uncomfortable.
But hey, I still have this little pink pouf
which will allow me to rest.
It’s a place that is quite spartan and uncomfortable,
but in fact, we really personify the boat.
I will find myself, talking to him, to confide in him,
to caress him to ask him to move faster.
We get a little zinzin but we continue to do it.
At sea, we must reconnect with our survival instinct
because the universe is quite hostile.
This instinct of survival that we all have in us.
For example, the other day I was off Ireland
and I leave for a big nap of 20 minutes.
After fifteen minutes, I wake up
and with a start, I leave the boat
and I just have time to push the bar because right in front of me,
there is a fishing boat that has just crossed and crossed my path.
In fact this situation has happened to me several times already.
At sea, all our senses are on alert.
And even in our sleep,
we are attentive to what happens, it’s pretty incredible.
It’s something that still surprises me
to get to have that instinct that comes out when you’re sailing.
In all that I do, I do not necessarily seek happiness
but I’m looking for great challenges
and then to live intensely my life.
I propose to close your eyes together
and try to dream about these large, fragile expanses of water
what are the oceans.
And who knows?
Maybe we will cross paths?
♫ Drift, drift, drift ♫
♫ Drift, my lover, drift ♫
♫ The current brings me back to this pebble we love ♫
♫ Drift, drift, drift ♫
♫ Drift, my lover, drift ♫
Thank you so much.
(Applause)
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