Right after high school, I was brought into a religious cult. I will not name them here, they don't need that kind of publicity, but they count millions of followers, millions who, like I did for years, go to church twice a week, turning their name tag (if you don't, you receive a call asking why you did not come to church).



People from this religious cult weren't bad. Some were my friends, many were my colleagues, one of them my fiancee. Looking at it, coming to church, you wouldn't say it's a dangerous cult. We would sing songs for 45 minutes, chanting lyrics of joy, glory and happiness, all in the name of the lord... then a minister would "explain" some parts of the Bible, in a rather... first degree reading. They did not believe the Earth to be very old.



But something always bothered me: sometimes, after the songs, the minister would tell the attendance to stop speaking to a certain family, lest they would be banned from the Church, and forbidden to interact in any way with the members of the Church. These kind of instructions were sent worldwide, which meant that the people who dared getting out of the cult would loose, very often, all their friends, their job, sometimes their houses.

It took me years, and all my strength, to leave this cult. I left friends behind, colleagues, mentors, my fiancee, a very promising job. It was the hardest decision that I ever had to make, and it would make me cry every day for months.

But life went on, and I made new friends, and we started new projects. One, especially: a movie, about a man who loved someone he shouldn't, against the advices of his friends, and who finally changes his life for the better. I gave myself entirely to this movie. The last scene that we shot was at the top of the Montparnasse tower, and I took this picture.