I had foreseen what would happen to me. Jealousy and revenge lingered for years in the air of Flemish culture. The prophecy of doom, which turned out to be correct in hindsight and inevitable due to the gossip’s lies believed as truth, left me swimming for years without a lifesaver, in a situation of powerlessness. Talent builds bridges. I, the genius, had to leap. Needless to say, I have already fallen into the abyss a few times...