Thought is Killed

Ivan de Monbrison is the son of a half Jewish Egyptian woman with Cherkess origins, and of protestant Frenchman with Jewish Russian blood. He was born in the city of Paris before the age of gentrification and mass tourism, when it was still a real city somehow. To give some meaning to his life he started to write poetry almost forty years ago, with a pen and a paper, in class, while pretending to listen to all the crap that his teachers were trying to force into his narrow brain. He's not sure if he has succeeded in this endeavor, but not one is perfect. He has learnt some Russian, Arab, English, Spanish, Italian, Hindi and Bengali in the due course of the following forty years, and has forgotten most of it in the meantime. As an old man now, he does think that it is indeed that: inside of a dog it is too hard to read.