How did I argue: “Taken rage, I arranging a piece of ear to my childhood friend”

A quarrel of love or friendship, a family tearing or a professional bunhouse marked their lives … Today, Benjamin, 44, communicating in the Drôme tells how he broke the friendly trio in which he grew up.

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“Our friendship was born on the rugby field. I started doing it at 5 years, with my father, who was coaching. They, Sébastien and Marc, arrived a year after, at 6 years old. at We, in the Drôme, it is a very practiced sport. The boys are built a lot around rugby. We quickly became friends at the rate of training, Wednesday and Friday. Growing up, we started to see us on weekends -End and during the holidays.

We agreed well, and we shared the same cultural references. We are the generation that has grown up with the city of fear, the young peril, films with the cult replicas that we knew by heart. But also the generation of Nirvana, Grunge, Greenday and Red Hot. We listened to music together, we played video games, we spoke for sports hours. In adolescence, these links are strong.

A little later, at 17, we decided to go on vacation all three. My grandmother had an apartment in Nice, it was ideal, it was cheap. There, we behaved like kids who discover life. We are much out, with a lot of alcohol. To not spend too much, we bought bottles, we went home to make our mixtures and get drunk, and we went in the evening when we were already well hunting … Alcohol, it allowed us to leave aside shyness and d ‘Address girls.

Overall, this stay went well. Even though we also discovered everything we knew that too little so far: suddenly, it was necessary to cook, share the housework … We were not very much to the point and we bruised from time to another. But nothing that leaves traces in our friendship. We were hyperproces, even if we never spoke intimate subjects. Between boys, at that age and at that time, it was almost impossible.

deviations are digging

In the following year, deviations begin to widen between us in the construction of our respective courses. I leave on studies of history and journalism, which is not very common in the middle of rugby. Marc makes a marketing technical IUT, while Sébastien plants at school in large widths. It’s not his thing. He moves towards a professional sector, who succeeds himself very well, since he will finish accounting. Despite our differences and the choices that separate us, we remain close. These are smart boys, who have spirit and second degree – even though Sébastien always prides himself of having read only one book in his life, as if it was a fact of weapons.

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