– New Zealand Prime Minister opens door to 4-day working week – World Economic forum: https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2020/05/new-zealand-jacinda-ardern-4-day-week-pandemic-productivity/

– 70+ reasons why switching to four-day workweek is better – CDN: https://cdn.shortpixel.ai/client/q_glossy,ret_img,w_768/https://theundercoverrecruiter.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/infographic-4-day-workweek-1-768×4545.jpg

– Microsoft experimented with a 4-day workweek, and productivity jumped by 40% – Business Insider: https://www.businessinsider.com/microsoft-4-day-work-week-boosts-productivity-2019-11

– ‘The old ways of working are outdated’: Unilever is experimenting with a 4-day workweek – Fortune: https://fortune.com/2020/12/01/unilever-four-day-work-week/

– Spain wants to make it easy for any company to shift to a four-day workweek – Fast company: https://www.fastcompany.com/90581883/spain-wants-to-make-it-easy-for-any-company-to-shift-to-a-four-day-work-week

– The Four-Day Week – Andrew Barnes – TEDxAuckland: https://youtu.be/xjgqCgoxElw

The Four-Day Week | Andrew Barnes | TEDxAuckland
Ultra-processed food

Processed food has historically helped human beings to be healthier (eg pasteurization, fermentation, natural conservatives, and so on). But ultra-processed food has not. It is proved that it causes diabetes, cancers, cardiovascular diseases, depression, mood disorders and obesity. So why does it represent more than half of the diet of the British and the Americans and why is it selling so well in developing countries?

This article explains that view in details: How ultra-processed food took over your shopping basket – The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/food/2020/feb/13/how-ultra-processed-food-took-over-your-shopping-basket-brazil-carlos-monteiro

The university of Cambridge and the UN have elaborated a classification called the Nova system to help buyers to know how processed is the food and make better choices.

To know more about the Nova system, click here:  The UN Decade of Nutrition, the NOVA food classification and the trouble with ultra-processing –  Cambridge University press: https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/public-health-nutrition/article/un-decade-of-nutrition-the-nova-food-classification-and-the-trouble-with-ultraprocessing/2A9776922A28F8F757BDA32C3266AC2A

But this is not enough. Ultra-processed food doesn’t always even look like food but its attraction remains. Why? They are convenient, cheaper, they have stronger flavours and smell, and they release a first taste which doesn’t go on and make you want more to experience again. Moreover, advertisement and nostalgia due to the fact that people ate it during their childhood weighs more on the decision than a future health well being even if people may feel depressed afterwards because they did not have the willpower to resist that temptation. 

For more details about this mechanism, read this. We know highly processed food is bad for us. Why do we keep eating it? – Global News: https://globalnews.ca/news/5331125/ultra-processed-food-nutrition/

To know more about willpower, read Willpower by Roy Baumeister, 2011.

To have a comprehensive understanding of human behaviour, read Behave by Robert Sapolsky, 2017.

So how to stop?

1. Stop watching advertisement and TV.

2. Shop after having eaten to give your prefrontal cortex enough energy to make the good choice.

3. Stop blaming yourself and lower your self-confidence because the food industry knows how to mess with your brain (colours, sounds, TV, flavours, packaging, and so on).

This article  about the book Thinking, Fast and Slow by Nobel price Daniel Kahneman explains how our thinking is biased and how it can be manipulated by industry Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thinking,_Fast_and_Slow

4. Shop online and take your time to read the labels and get information on the internet. The choice is made when you buy, not when you eat.

These websites give you a tool to know more about what you eat: Open Food Facts: https://world.openfoodfacts.org and the independent app Yuka: https://yuka.io

5. Be patient. This is an addiction, you’ll be craving even more for this ultra-processed food when you begin to stop. Later, you won’t miss it.

6. Cook, it’s not that difficult if you choose delicious and easy recipes.

7. Don’t avoid all processed food, as nature is not always that good for you. Avoid ultra-processed food only.

Aliments ultra-transformés, mais que mange-t-on ! ABE-RTS: https://youtu.be/YoemtsZ4Tvc

Today, nearly half of the world’s population is considered obese: https://www.who.int/en/news-room/fact-sheets/detail/obesity-and-overweight

Associated pathologies are considered as causes of “preventable” diseases by responsible individuals, which has the effect of distorting the figures, for example by pointing out the risks associated with physical inactivity or tobacco (risks considered preventable) which are actually less polluting than pesticides and fertilizers in food. Is a 7-year-old child in insulin resistance responsible? Aren’t equity portfolio managers who desert a company that fails to achieve profitability over 3 months more responsible? The obesity epidemic began in the United States in the late 1970s and spread to the rest of the world, simultaneously with the use of synthetic fertilizers and the financialization of the economy promoted by the Reagan-Thatcher couple.

Have a look at these graphs: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMkD4mFrFxw/S-BL-FmoyXI/AAAAAAAADao/yd4VfSsVHqE/s1600/Real+corporate+profits.jpg 

Vox : The stunning rise of Obesity in Americahttps://cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_asset/file/7019123/obesity_charts01.0.jpg


Our world in data : Population supported by synthetic fertilizers: https://ourworldindata.org/grapher/world-population-supported-by-synthetic-nitrogen-fertilizers


Statista : Des pesticides au petit déjeuner: https://infographic.statista.com/normal/chartoftheday_6172_des_pesticides_au_petit_dejeuner_n.jpg


Senat.fr : Perturbateurs endocriniens le temps de la précaution: https://www.senat.fr/rap/r10-765/r10-765_mono.html

Before 1975, people did not eat light meals and their lifestyle certainly did not change so abruptly in such a short period of time. They ate richer, in greater quantities and there was almost no obesity and did not do that much sport. People are being pointed at for their life choices and food choices, but companies have been freed from their social responsibility.

Capital is so mobile that shareholders may have moved their funds long before a particular food scandal hits a producer. The responsibility of obese people is minimal compared to that of industry, but the power to act is in everyone’s hands: cooking oneself, promoting organic food, boycotting products from stock exchange companies, promoting the citizens’ initiative referendum, the independence of prosecutors and the abolition of high frequency trading.

Je mange bien Je fais du sport Mais les pesticides me dérèglent

Sun Cream

Différences entre écran solaire minéral et filtre UV chimique – ecocentric: https://www.ecocentric.fr/blog/index/billet/14446_filtres-solaires-nanos

Hawaii approves sunscreen ban in an effort to save coral reefs – TreeHugger: https://www.treehugger.com/ocean-conservation/hawaii-approves-sunscreen-ban-effort-save-coral-reefs.html

Which sunscreen should you choose? – Mary Poffenroth – Ted ed: https://youtu.be/JX8rv_natkw

To check if your sunscreen is good for your health and the environment:

– Cosmetics Database | EWG: https://www.ewg.org/skindeep/

Comparatif Substances toxiques dans les cosmétiques – Que choisir: https://www.quechoisir.org/comparatif-ingredients-indesirables-n941/

For more complex info:

OMS | Rapport historique sur les effets pour l’homme de l’exposition aux perturbateurs endocriniens chimiques: https://www.who.int/mediacentre/news/releases/2013/hormone_disrupting_20130219/fr/

Cahier de vacances. La crème solaire- franceinfotv: https://www.francetvinfo.fr/replay-radio/cahier-de-vacances/cahier-de-vacances-la-creme-solaire_3531549.html#xtor=CS2-765-[autres]-

For more info related to healthy tanning:

 

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Soins

«Of course, it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?» – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

«You don’t choose madness, but you choose to care or not». The nurse set her up in the waiting room. Her radiant smile added: «Wait here. The neuro-sci robot will pick you up in about 15 minutes.»

«See you later», she greeted her while hanging her jaquette on the coat rack.

She began to daydream while enjoying the welcome she had received. «It’s crazy how some people have a way of cheering you up.»

The nurse was the team’s sunshine, she was in charge of management and her teammate was in charge of the caring robots.

The nursing shepherd chair lit up and said, «Mrs. Luz, please take a seat. The neuro-sci robot wants you to do some tests.»

Aliénor executed herself.

A curtain opened. «Can the neuro-sci robot access all or part of your file, do you agree with this?»

«Do you accept a blood test?»

Aliénor clicked on «Yes» in response to both questions. An arm came forward and pricked her on the arm.

«Do you accept a blood pressure reading?» Aliénor clicked weakly and had to start again. The machine asked her to put on the withers to measure it on the arm. It was as soft as velvet but it will squeeze her arm like an iron glove. It is an image, of course; it was the machine that had an iron structure. The scale will light up in turn. «Can you please weigh yourself?» «Where’s the «Yes» button?» Oh, that’s it, it was on the screen of the shepherd’s chair.»

She executed herself.

The scale will light up in turn. «Can you please weigh yourself?»

She executed herself again.

Once the care provided, the beverage dispenser suggested that she choose one on his screen. Aliénor chose a squeezed kiwi. It felt good, a little comfort, to relieve the pressure. She had tingling in the arm her arm, which was no longer red. She was particularly careful to enjoy every drop of the juice. It relaxed her even more. Blong! A file arrived in the locker perfectly cut for this purpose in a superb piece of furniture in the shape of a branch in the wind. «Please complete these questionnaires and provide your sleep records?»

These were mainly personality tests and major events that had occurred since the last meeting. Aliénor conscientiously filled everything in and then put the file and the records in the box so that it can be sent to the robot-sci. BizZZzzZZzzzz!

A bald man came through the door and this temporarily freed her from her anguish. She was fine, but psychiatry… to say the least, how many spleen she had had in the past. He declaimed, «Oh, me… I’d like a grape juice.»

Unavoidably, the machine executed the order.

He took the little drink with a cheerful eye. «I would have preferred a little Bordeaux…»

Unavoidably, the machine executed the order.

On his screen, it read: «Your alcohol quota is now empty.»

Chouf! The door opened. It had a humanoid shape but the designers had chosen to cover it with metallic pink. The light was reflected there splendidly. Would it make a rainbow of all colours if you put it in front of a light spectrum?

«Thank you for your cooperation. I was able to analyze all the results and I have all your files.»

«Perfect.»

The neuro-sci robot put his cards on the table and explained the biochemistry of her brain.

«Would you like me to read the files to you?»

Aliénor refused because she knew what was in it.

«I am a model of the V22-Z series. We are all interchangeable and we share our memory. No matter which robot receives you, you will have the same relationship…»

«The same one with any other, yes, I know. Thank you.»

It spoke without any compassion. Its designers had decided that compassion was not needed to deal with brain biochemistry.

After exchanging some technical details, the robot came to the heart of the matter:

«You had surgery five years ago on defective genes. It worked very well but you and your environment have changed and as a result, your genes are expressing themselves differently. A new operation will be needed to treat you with the best possible quality of life for you and for society. I’m going to prescribe some medication to prepare for the operation. We have to wait until the sleep is of a better quality. I will bring in a psychologist so that she can help you manage this news and schedule an appointment at the most appropriate time.» Robot operation, ready, fire, go!

She waited in the waiting room, which was now all white.  «Just being here feels good», she thought. Politeness, work well done, good communication between the different interlocutors and in particular the distinction between the general case (with the robot) and the is particular (with the psychologist). She felt deep down that she was going to heal.

A flashback burst into her brain. She was not well received in her hospital; psychiatric patients were not treated separately. Public hospitals mixed people with very different pathologies. The protocol was that there was no right to exit the premises in order to observe the patient and decide whether he/she could have a stroll or not. This was even after she had been voluntarily interned there about ten times. They knew her, damn it! The files, on the other hand, seemed to stall at the red light and their content was nicknamed «medical mythology». She was presumed guilty and thrown in «jail» each time. «We don’t know you, so we have to observe you.» The two days of confinement were used to see if the patient was using substances, which she had never done before. If substance use had drastically decreased as soon as effective drugs could be offered; apart from a few who could not get rid of the addiction…. Poor them… The addicts (alcohol, medication, cigarettes, cocaine,) were special all year round, but those who had made the mistake of self-medicating with these substances only revealed how ineffective «mythological medicine» was… When you have liver disease, it doesn’t show, and patients trust their doctor and treat themselves. Why must the psychiatric patient see what he/she has in order to be treated? And finally, what was blamed on the mentally ill was often related more to substance use than to the disease they were hiding.  And then, in the hospitals’ defence, it is sometimes difficult for patients to remember or recognize their problematic behaviour.

Then, when strolls were allowed at last, patients were confined to a park with trails. Moreover, the idea that they looked like wolves in a zoo had flourished. Once, a wolf dog on a leash was on the terrace, amidst the anxious smokers. The comparison between patients and wolves was quite funny. Even if they sometimes showed their fangs, even if there were sometimes accidents, the genocide that had been carried out against them was completely disproportionate. Fear, not facts, had made the wolves’ lives unbearable. Now all that was left was at the zoo. A sheep of loss once in a while, was that such an unreasonable requirement?

What had she done to deserve this deprivation of liberty apart from seeking to feel good and no longer harm others? They only had to consult her medical file if they wanted to know how she was behaving. The staff seemed jaded. «Who cares about crazy people?» could have been one of their strike slogan.

Unfortunately, the medical mythology that constituted these files did not help them much. Very poorly maintained and with misunderstandings related to the lack of listening as well as excessive hyperbole to justify internment by force or justify the lack of effectiveness of treatment; these files only served to reinforce prejudices. Only the dates of the different processing operations were clear, as well as the reports or complaints or debts or prison or other. Strangely enough, information in these areas was circulating perfectly well. Most doctors and nurses had little empathy. Was it to be able to hold on?

Did they release their own stress on patients so, in consequence, it was in the most difficult moments that patients had to fight to be treated, in a more or less effective way depending on the case, with or without the help of the family and friends who then assumed an overload of work by seizing patient advocacy associations, shaking medical mutual to hurry, requesting access to check-ups, or insisting on the phone to get the opinion of each caregiver; and, with at work, managing a replacement. «Damn it! What’s the point of being there if you don’t have the doctor’s visit at least once a day», had once commented the person who shared her room. The latent waiting for anything, a towel, a medicine, a blanket, a new treatment, a new room. The doctors were switching to Halley’s comet frequency. The mentally ill were relegated to the rank of beggars, always asking for everything. However, the visitors’ bags were not guarded, which means that you could have anything you wanted, yes everything, as long as you had an accomplice.

And then, still with that idea, that if we inform the patient, he’s going to freak out. It was much more the opposite that was happening. It hurts not to know what you have. This just led to abandoning the doctor and asking the family and friends for explanations, i.e. extending the effects of the disease to the family and friends. Is that what it was like to do the job? Avoid the crisis in the little office so that it would be the family who would deal with it?

From then on, their metal counterparts assisted them in their tasks, which made them more open and more inclined to listen to them. This also coincided with the fact that the doctor quotas had been abolished and the work reduced to 15 hours per week. Everyone wants to be healthy and pleasant in society. The gregarious instinct…… If patients refused care, it was perhaps not because of the disease but rather because of the ineffectiveness of hospitals; drugs taken illegally or not. Diseases were now diagnosed in childhood and the industry of these substances had collapsed.

Fortunately, there was sometimes a doctor who could cure them. They were then overwhelmed by demand and reacted by increasing their prices. But as they increased the number of their patients, they ended up with only half of their brains to think, which weakened the quality of their work. Incubation is essential, damn it! How could we work 50 hours a week without any reduction in efficiency? And it takes time to research.

Victims of their illness, victims of taboos, victims of their exclusion, victims of their care; some chose the worst fate and executed themselves.

A huge smile burst into the room. Aliénor realized that she was revisiting the past. Her dark thoughts, which had resurfaced. She had gotten used to not having any in the last five years.

The woman was the psychologist. Her face was as harmonious as a lotus; but in the flesh. The latter shook her hand and informed her that she had an hour to devote to her. How many hours spent in her office or at Aliénor’s home? It was unfathomable in quantity but not in quality! The appointments were not regular, the therapist was available when necessary, that’s all. Nothing could replace this type of human contact. She had been her patient for… well, twenty years now. Before meeting her, there was such a turnover in the hospital and in the city, that she felt like she was not moving forward, spending her time saying the information to get started… Get to know each other and then the caregiver made a decision after 15 minutes. The past resurfaced again; and she forced herself to be in the present. «Look, Listen, Touch, Feel, Taste» intruded into her thoughts.

They discussed things and others over a jasmine tea. Aliénor appreciated Mrs. Chaux making her diagnosis while making her feel comfortable.  Mrs. Chaux consulted the neuro-sci robot and handed her a leaf:

(a) CRISPR operation to modify defective genes

(b) Phytotherapy and reflexology treatment

© Drug treatment to be taken three times a day

(d) Do nothing

The list was ranked in order of preference by the neuro-sci robot and her own. Aliénor was tempted by the second option because she liked remedies that respected nature. But she preferred the first option because a single shot would allow her to stop thinking about the disease afterwards.

«Could I go back to work?», she asked.

«If you wish, otherwise I can make a stop. You’re huitante-three years old anyway!»

«No, I prefer to work. I see people there and my colleagues are real treats.»

When Aliénor was 40 years old, she would never have believed that she would say such a thing, even less at the age of eighty-three. She could not have done it at the time… Stress, poor management, competition, … The reduction of working time to 15 hours a week for everyone had been possible thanks to the robotization of society coupled with a better distribution of wealth. Society had evolved at the speed of rock science. Humans were only in positions where human characteristics were needed, so much so that they did not make a request. There were always a few wacky people who preferred the work of robots, and their different points of view were often waky.

A memory popped into her head that drove the atmosphere down. She was thinking about the revolt that took place once when she was hospitalized. At 4:00 in the morning, the mentally ill had turned on the music in the corridors.

Each floor was not tuned to the same music. It had been useless, of course, but in the end; they blamed their caregivers for being far too metallized with their sacred protocol. Aliénor racked her head to imagine a statue representing the much-revered protocol.

Mrs. Chaux took her out of her rumination. «Aliénor… Aliénor… Aliénor… Can you come the day after tomorrow night? I asked the base about your sleep and it will not reduce your work since it is not one of your working days.»

«All right.»

«It would be preferable to come the day before so that the hospital can optimize the conditions of the operation (sleep quality, diet, blood tests, etc.).»

Aliénor was delighted. The hospital’s chef was a passionate, very creative one. He had a database with all Aliénor’s tastes, and this since her first visit to the hospital.

Another benefit of the 15 hours/week. It was easy to convert to your passion.

We had time?!! A robot-prof rented by the day was sufficient. The designers had covered them with human skin, made by grafting, so that the students felt more comfortable, but the flesh and iron robot was rather pitiful to see. In addition, it was very expensive and very constraining because of the skin’s contact with solar electricity. University for All professors were available to complete the training of robot teachers and to help them find their way around the Internet portals where all knowledge was discussed and any ideas noted by their peers. All courses were one-to-one and were given on request and at any age or social status (not the statues of protocol, it has nothing to do with it).

It was thanks to this that research in all fields had taken a lunar leap forward. And especially neuroscience research. The Everestic delay had been made up in only a few years. This phenomenon was now known as the down jacket mission… «Mission down jacket… What a good joke!» Aliénor’s upper lip formed a kind of a rather silly grimace-smile. Psychiatry was no longer the Alien of medicine. Her husband had thus been relieved of the hours of nursing care he had been providing her since they met. The solidarity of their couple had been alleviated. Their cheeky steps had led them to travel more. And there were beautiful places on this planet. Unfortunately, some «natural» disasters… Well, it was an expression so much they had been the result of the greed of a few… Without any other reason than «the alters of traditions», the room was aseptic. On the door you could read instructions, to know what was allowed or not. The nurse knocked on the door and waited for Aliénor to come and open the door.

«This is the robot-care that will accompany you. It will also record your sleep so that the psychologist and the robot-sci can compare the effects of the operation before and after. It’s best if you’re in bed by 10:00. Good night.»

«Guten agen», replied Aliénor.

That it was so great to have a single room! In the past, patients would argue with each other with cigarettes in bed, ready to burn the building down, or others who, in the middle of the night, would scream above the bed of the other patient who had the misfortune to share his room. Aliénor was never comfortable when it came to sleeping with a lunatic in the middle of a crisis. Fortunately, there were groups of patients supervised by a nice nurse. But it was still necessary to have a good health insurance company that worked after three or four days to get the single room. Associations also needed to be mobilized to obtain effective care without having to harass staff every time a drug was wanted. Relapses were fast coming.  The cure-all for this room!

«Oops! It’s dinnertime in the dining room» Aliénor put on her hooves. The doors closed automatically but only when Aliénor had left the premises. This avoided theft.

It smelled good with tomato sauce. Aliénor sat in her place and greeted the other patients in circles around the tablecloth. She clicked and got mascarpone with fresh raspberries and a little fresh mint too. The guests had a completely normal conversation, not like in the days when it was sometimes necessary to endure the behaviour of addicts in need, aggressive people and lovers of saucy things.   Some shared their meals with their spouses, families or guests. They then had a table just for them. Everything was very relaxed.

«Today’s patients would have been considered healthy in the past.  What a giant fall when the Psycho taboo had fallen!» It had been a little bit the fault of the Prince who had taken this taboo as a battleground; but above all of the referendums that had said yes to research in most of the countries consulted. Some countries were still dictatorships, but referendums had become commonplace in the world. These referendums also made it possible to see the ideas with which countries agreed and thus encouraged collaborative work between heads of state.

Aliénor’s eyelids closed. «That’s a hell of a sleeping pill!». After greeting the group, she went to bed and slept like a horse; the robot-caregiver at her feet.  He had helped her choose her alarm clock, and she had chosen a rather soft beep. She didn’t like it when a nurse or a care robot broke into the room without knocking. In his opinion, it was far too abrupt an awakening.

A beep sounded and the care robot took him to the shower. He was wearing his clothes, soap, green clay and shoes. It was very practical… It had the shape of the famous R2D2 with extra arms. Its traditional fabric pattern gave it a curtain-like look. This thought crossed the mind of Aliénor. «The designer of this robot has let loose!» She wouldn’t laugh.

He then leads her to the dining room. He simply asked him «Ope?». It was a robot joke that meant «operational». He was trying to relax her, but while she was having fun, she could not ignore her muscles, which were tense despite everything.

She was afraid, despite her confidence in the success of this operation. The jokes of other patients would help him at the table to think of something else. The smell of pastries brought for breakfast tickled his taste buds. «No?!!! Why not? Why not?» The care robot turned its witness to red. «Bad for Operation» That didn’t make her laugh at all. « A yogurt and basta!» added the robot-care. The smell of delicacies, so comforting at first, finally hits him on the system. «Here, if I hit him on the head!» she speculated. «No, just because it’s a robot doesn’t mean we should behave badly.» Torture in the nose, she resigned herself and replied «No problemo.»

As he approached the operating room, his heart began to beat. After all, genes are the most intimate thing in the world. She was afraid to become someone else when she was doing just that to be someone else. She was very afraid of losing control of herself, of not doing what she wanted to do, of feeling in a straitjacket, her head in a vice or her heart restless. She could live in full awareness of her environment without thoughts invading her mind and overlaying her life.

Her ideal was to have no more moments of despair or suicidal thoughts. More strange attitudes, which were very occasional in his case, two to three days every 6 months or so but enough to scare others and then get expelled. The exclusion was a violent and disproportionate response to her condition. People who are afraid make the wrong choices.

However, after the information campaigns, people were less afraid of atypical behaviour. The campaigns had insisted on the fact that mental people were much more often, and in a very clear-cut way, victims than perpetrators of violence.

The past was resurfacing. «Focus», she ordered herself.  I can’t wait for the operation so that the present can take over. She was getting tired of these memories. «It was worse before… Well, casserole, enjoy the present!» she motivated herself. «Focus»

Today, she was the master of her destiny. She was no longer afraid.

Everything was white in the waiting room. «There were children just before.» informed him of the bright white teeth. «You can play interior decorator if you don’t want to have a headache in 10 minutes.» Aliénor chose walls covered with a green tapestry with a very refined pattern of different animals. She then selected very soft chairs made of dark green velvet and a beige leather sofa, a green carpet to finish the painting and she toasted with a kiwi pressed with sleeping pills: «A glass of green water!»

She opened her eyes. The machines that operated it smelled like new. The contact was cold. What was that all about? Metal? No, probably a new invention. It was raining with inventions!

«The operation is over, I’ll walk you to the exit.» The robot-care was spinning at high speed.

«What a look, this robot-caregiver.»Alienor amused himself. «So that’s it, then. I will always be myself and in the present.»

«If this is not the case, it will be necessary to make an appointment with the psychologist and the neuro-sci robot again.

«Danke so much», she concludes by addressing the machines.

Her husband came to get her.

«So, how was it?»

«Oh, my God, my darling! It was quite a story!»

T-soin T-soin T-soin, la blague pourrie…


Aurianne Or


Une histoire anecdotique de la psychiatrie suisse | Gérard Salem: livre sur L’histoire de notre psychiatrie racontée par sa descendante en 2050: http://www.gerardsalem.com/une-histoire-anecdotique-de-la-psychiatrie-suisse/

De l’asile au centre psychosocial : Esquisse d’une histoire de la psychiatrie suisse Broché – 1 janvier 1996 de Christian Muller: https://www.amazon.fr/lasile-centre-psychosocial-Esquisse-psychiatrie/dp/2601031689

Conférence hommage à Christian Muller: http://isps-suisse.org/wp-content/uploads/Hommage-%C3%A0-C-M%C3%BCller.pdf

Prince William makes Davos appeal to break mental health stigma – guardian: https://gu.com/p/ah2c4/stw  and Prince William more CEOs need to talk about mental health: https://youtu.be/tPqpDQg0hFI

MIT research institute commited to understanding the brain in health and disease – McGovern Institute: http://mcgovern.mit.edu/about-the-institute 

Mental ill-health at the workplace: Don’t let stigma be our guide – ILO:
http://www.ilo.org/global/about-the-ilo/newsroom/features/WCMS_316838/lang–en/index.htm?shared_from=shr-tls 

John le Carré, The Constant Gardener: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19000.The_Constant_Gardener and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Constant_Gardener_(film)

Wikipedia on Mental disorder: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_disorder

Ay Yo Yogurt YOYO Yeah!

Guaranteed gelatin-free ( = bone + bovine skin + pig skin)
That’s good, boycotting = no more poisoning

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License on the Red Planet – A science fiction story

Clementine woke up suddenly. She had dreamt that she was on the Red planet again, the planet where she was born. She was still considered a citizen of this planet, not of the Planet Brown for which she had left everything. As she couldn’t pay for extra luggage, she had arrived five years ago now with a small suitcase full of natural cosmetics. That was it, her project to build her new life. She had opened her store, then when she had finished filling out immigration papers, finding an apartment and her place in the local business; her husband and children had joined her. She had felt a certain eagerness to do so, no longer tolerating the fact that her family was still living on the Red Planet. Now that she had understood the impact of the bluein, she would never go back.

Why were all these thoughts from the past resurfacing like this? The reason was simple, and she knew it. He had to renew his driving licence and the administration on Brown had refused to do so. She therefore had to return not to her home planet, but to her native one. Everything had been arranged for her to live with her cousin. Her feelings were mixed; they got along so well in childhood, they had stuck together in difficult times but her cousin kept admiring the bluein and Clementine couldn’t stand it.

And all because of her knee! No traffic licence without a valid knee. This was the rule on the Red Planet. This rule was completely obsolete, since on the Planet Brown, no one was driving while pressing on the pedals. The driving assistance took care of everything, with human control only there to reassure them. Robots had made it possible to limit pollution; it was now almost non-existent, and have a more fluid traffic. On average, everyone got to their destination easily and much faster than before. The accidents had become anecdotal. It made the event when it happened, and everyone talked about it.

The pro-techno had to respect the natural part of the planet and had managed to reach ridiculous levels of pollution, quite close to zero. The pro-naturalists respected the inventions and robots of the industrial part. Finally, there were even mixtures. Some take this and others take that.

On Planet Brown, the inhabitants had the courage to rebuild a new society. There were some in favour of robotization and others in favour of maintaining nature. They had reached an agreement where the robotic company rose in cities from skyscrapers and protected the rest of it as nature parks. This allowed for traditional agriculture and livestock breeding where cattle were treated in a decent way and a state-of-the-art robotization. After much debate, they had reached an agreement. Fifteen years ago, no one would have thought they could do it because the debates on bluein were so heated. But in the end, there were quite a few solutions that suited both parties. Fruit and vegetable management was automated; the robots had been trained in traditional techniques. The transports resembled a continuous blood flow where each module, like a red blood cell, found its place harmoniously. Toxic products had been banned. The inhabitants of the Planet Brown could hardly believe it, but it worked. Of course, there were exceptions, but people who had immigrated, from different backgrounds and backgrounds, had done so because they believed in the project. Their values, their common project, brought them together and this had given rise to a peaceful society. When everyone is working towards the same goal….

To do this, it was necessary to put an end to hierarchies, otherwise the interest of one could have taken over the whole. They had not fought them. It was useless. They had simply set up a parallel system based on cooperatives where everyone could express themselves and vote equally. And these cooperatives had eventually invaded the market, and therefore the decisions. Of course, some hierarchical structures remained. There were not many of them, and after all this made it possible to reassure the most cautious ones before they threw themselves into the water.

But the Red Planet continued to use the old pedal cars… And you needed a valid knee to drive them… Indeed, during that time, the Red Planet was overcrowded and strict laws had been passed against robots. Environmental measures had been thrown into oblivion and replaced by propaganda which promoted the effects of pollution.

Her husband turned around and opened his eyes:

“Hello, my love” and then he yawned and stretched his whole body. “So, this is the big day, right? »

"Yes,” Clementine replied briefly.

“How long have you been awake? Not too stressed? »

"Oh, you know me. I’m fed up with it. But we do have to go. »

Her husband had to stay to watch over the shop but the children, being on holiday, would come with her. "It will do them good to see how it is elsewhere. It’s always a learning experience,” he commented. And Clementine did agree with him.

When she had lived on other planets, in her youth, she had learned so much. Then she had been trained and taught. She thought that all these good ideas taken here and there would be beneficial to all. This is because she had forgotten that, although rejection, at the beginning, is necessary for any learning, categorical rejection offers only one alternative to the teacher: to abandon his ideas considered weird or to be rejected. Of course, there were some who learned and others who rejected, but it was clear that on the Red Planet, the rejection was massive.

In addition, most of his students looked like chicks waiting for the beak. How could she teach them citizenship and democracy that she had seen work so well on other planets in that context? How could they be taught to learn by themselves?

First of all, the name alone was ridiculous. The inhabitants continued to call the Red Planet a planet where all life had turned blue because of the accumulation of bluein, an industrial waste that had never been treated. Tradition is useful, but it is only a toolbox from which one may choose elements in order to improve things. Not that tight and… ridiculous… straitjacket where you force yourself to be colorblind like the others.

Even the parents of the school and Clementine’s superiors did not accept her. The few who agreed with her kept quiet but she saw their eyes shining at the thought that she could succeed. She did not want to disappoint this minority, but you can lead horses to water but you can’t make them drink, let alone when they have power. She had her husband and children; and even though it was hard she had left everything behind; and she had gone to live with people who wanted to live like her. We only have one life. The inhabitants of the Red Planet would understand when they were ready. At least, she secretly hoped so….

Her thoughts were interrupted by the landing. The trip had been pleasant outside of the Bluegrass country music that was always on and that gave her the Blues. “But the advantage of travelling at night is that the children are asleep,” she meditated. “Here we are! The Red Planet…… All blue…”

She typed a number on her console and her pair of shoes arrived in the box designed for this purpose. She looked at her shoes. These machines were so effective! Her leather shoes shone so brightly as they had been so well polished and the comfort was at its best. Yes, it was true. She did not wear these new models with innovative and high-performance materials. After all, on Planet Brown, natural methods had been found to increase leather performance; and the result in terms of permeability, comfort, respect for personal characteristics was almost equivalent. And then, after all, they were only shoes. She liked the look of leather. Its beauty. She would look at her shoes when she was waiting. It was like a portable work of art, which evolved over the course of the day. Leather was never the same. And then she also liked to think that she was helping to finance measures to maintain livestock treated in a decent way, in semi-liberty in natural parks and supervised by robots which looked after their well-being and health, among other things. She told herself this, every time she passed in front of a field of these new cattle with thick skin and a snout full of fresh grass.

When she arrived on the Red Planet, her cousin and daughter Violette blamed her for her strange shoes and forced her, with endless recommendations she could not interrupt, to wear shoes with innovative but blue textiles. The children, for their part, were delighted at the idea of having new pairs of sneakers. She ended up putting them on while bitterly regretting it. She knew that her cousin and daughter, living there, did not have the freedom to wear leather shoes. When a human being undergoes absurd rules, he relieves his stress by subjecting others to them, and perpetuating them at the same time…

Socrates said to the young man who wants to learn philosophy that he must know that he knows nothing or that what he knows is nothing. It was believed that they were kept in the dark to accept bluein. But it wasn’t that. It was the inhabitants themselves who voted for representatives who kept them in their false beliefs and reinforced them by adding theses that went in their direction just because they refused to look at their past mistakes. They still preferred the prison of ignorance to the freedom, health and personal responsibility that accompany them. Clementine remembered that, in the past, she had to vote for representatives. It was for her, like writing a blank check. How did you know what this person was going to do?

“It’s absurd,” thought Clementine. “They dig their own graves, and they are satisfied.” But she still gave in and put on the shoes, to have peace. An illusory peace, but a peace anyway. At least she wouldn’t force anyone to wear shoes…… Especially someone with a knee problem!

Her cousin and daughter had no robotic modules or tricycles. A car. Oh, my God! Did Clementine still know how to drive them? She preferred to walk to the prefecture. She felt the pollution entering her nose, she saw the blue grass, which had become the most widespread urban plant. Where was the diversity of plants she was used to seeing, even in the city? Her cousin had kindly offered to babysit the children. She was grateful but also worried. Were they going to eat blue candy? Were they going to play on one of those blue trash piles you see everywhere? Clementine thought it would have been better if she had sent them to summer camp… She had forgotten how much one could not escape the bluein. Or maybe it had gotten worse?

When she arrived at the prefecture and after waiting half an hour, she presented the complete file she had filled out on the Planet Brown. Everything was there, knee x-ray, general health information with accurate measurements, vision and hearing tests and even a driving test she had passed. She specified that she would only circulate on the Planet Brown. The official did not even open the file.

“Go to office 4 and get a ticket. A doctor will see you now. »

She took her ticket. There were 20 people before her. If he spends 15 minutes per patient, which already seems fast to assess someone’s state of health, it would be 5 hours… There must have been something…

Indeed, the number changed every 5 minutes. So, she waited a good hour and then a beep sounded and it was her turn.

She presented the complete file she had filled out on the Planet Brown and he cut her off.

"Are you ill? "he asked.

Clementine thought it would be better to say "no”.

“Why are you here?”

“To renew my driver’s license. I am enjoying a visit to my family."she felt like adding.

"Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll focus on filling out your form. »

She may have waited three minutes and then was shown the door. A stamp from the administration and it was done! What were these people for? How did they feel when they came home at night? How could they bear to apply absurd rules and do dirty work just because they didn’t have time?

"Stop torturing yourself,” thought Clementine, “you will never understand the Red Planet.

When she got back to her cousin’s, she saw her tidying up the groceries. She had so many closets! So much space wasted. Why this obstinacy not to use robots? She told them about her robot that arranged everything in a column in the floor separator and managed stocks according to what was being used. This also contributed to the good sound insulation between the floors. She never heard from her neighbors. And with her terrace converted into a garden, it was like a house. Just on the 54th floor. But the barriers were perfectly safe… There were plenty of emergency slides and parachutes. There were even nets every 10 floors. And then, the gardens, it had been a revolution on the Planet Brown because there was almost no more waste of food….

Her cousin replied that it was necessary to maintain the jobs of the garbage collectors who had very respectable jobs….

She took industrial dishes, one per person, and put them in the particle accelerator. It was the new name that industrialists had found for microwaves. Everyone on the planet had been re-equipped, to their great benefit and also to the benefit of the waste dumps where the old microwaves were languishing.

Clementine opened the prepared dish; there were blue spots.

"It’s to replace sugar, they use bluein; there’s no more diabetes since we use it. You see, we are also innovating on our planet! "commented the cousin.

This measure had eliminated diabetes from the planet…. No one knew about this disease anymore. On the other hand, many had additional organs. It didn’t seem to be a problem, on the contrary, the inhabitants found it practical… Clementine couldn’t believe it.

She pretended not to be hungry and prayed, yes, Clementine could be irrational too, so she prayed that her children would not like the dish and that they would not ask for it again!

"And it’s good too,” added Violette, the cousin’s daughter…..

“Tomorrow, I’ll cook,” Clémentine suggested to her hosts.

The next day, Clementine got up late, around 11am. Her cousin was really nice to take care of the kids like that. She had left her a note:

“Hi! We’re at the park. Can you prepare the salad, please? Bizzz. Bleuenn”

Bleuenn grew the salad on her roof. Clementine had a hard time choosing the most beautiful one. The salad was green, that was nice, but spotted with blue. The sink being congested; Clementine decided to wash the dishes. She opened a cupboard to store the plates. It was so crowded that three packets of cookies and blue dust fell on her head. Clementine smashed to pieces a pack of cookies that were attacking her after performing a Karate gesture. Clementine was surprised that her defensive reflexes were still there. She also felt reassured. When you consider that for two hundred years, apart from a few traditional dojos, karate had been based on boxing; a barbaric and competitive sport.

“But that’s not possible! ”, she thought, “We can still use a minimum of robotics! A personal automatic dispenser is not bad. This saves space while the machine stores everything optimally in the floor separator. And it would avoid fighting with the food… Here, that’s the thing. The salad…. »

Clementine sorted the salad leaves and then thought that there was not much left of it, once the blue parts were removed.

Her cousin arrived then.

"Oh! Thank you for the dishes. What did you do with the salad?! There are almost none left…” she asked disappointed. Then, while taking off the children’s coats, she added:

“Why don’t you dye your hair in a nice color. There are plenty of them. Indigo, turquoise, azurine, majorelle, cyan, Cobalt, slate, tiffany, blue? »

Clementine wondered if it was provocation.

"You know I run a natural cosmetics store? »

"Yes, so what?”

“It is not possible to blind oneself in this way…” enraged Clementine. “It means that plants and other natural products are used to dye hair. Moreover, herbal medicine, which has made a leap in terms of effectiveness, and natural products are more effective in many cases than industrial products… and they respect the environment. »

"But the one which is cyan is made of urban bluegrass….. It’s natural…”

Clementine was speechless and silent. She no longer wanted to communicate at all. Anyway, she knew four other languages that she used to speak to people who knew what was natural and what was not…..

“What have you done with the cookies? You know, they don’t fall from the sky; we work hard! We can’t afford to waste salads and cookies like that…”

Clementine told herself that after all, literally, the cookies had almost fallen from the sky…..

“Violette is working right now, and you’re wasting…” she added.

She was talking about the waste of her small budget, of course. She wasn’t thinking about the impact on her planet. Her consumption of industrial ready meals represented a gulf of waste of raw materials used and also pollution. She had decided not to worry about it, to blind herself. Clementine thought of her garden, in her tower, with her robots preparing fresh and seasonal dishes for her.

“Your daughter is a waitress in a small spaceship. She is bowing down to people all day long and is only thirteen years old. What exactly are you teaching her? »

"To live together. You have to keep smiling and find ways to live with everyone. That is the right thing to do. »

Clementine thought she was very lucky. She didn’t have to bow down the strongest, those who could afford a ticket in a small spaceship were the most powerful. But Clementine would not have to send her children to work so young. The cooperative system of the planet Brown allowed everyone to cooperate according to their means, and contrary to popular belief; when this idea was put in place, a ton of new ideas had arrived. Everyone was listened to when they had an idea to improve things; decisions were made collectively, after debate. This was certainly a consequence of an educational system that listened to students, of advanced medicine, including psychological and psychiatric medicine, and of the fact that votes, whether at the global level or at the level of cooperatives, were taken on the initiative of citizens (a petition signed by 3% of the population was required to be able to request the referendum) and it was always a question of voting for ideas. Surprisingly, it worked. Probably because everyone had an interest in making co-ops work because their incomes and well-being depended on it. And it was a widespread idea that by working for the common good, one could improve one’s own standard of living. It had to be said that this planet had one of the best living conditions compared to others, so it must have been true. Of course, there were free-riders. The psychologists were taking care of them. Sometimes they were considered disabled, sometimes the psychologist helped them to find a place in this society; and to better understand it.

"You know neither democracy nor freedom,” added bitter but neutral Clementine, because she did not want to attack her cousin.

“Of course I do! We have just voted for the new president of the Red Planet and he has reduced working time by 2 hours. See, we’re going to have more freedom! »

The children then took over in the conversation.

"Mom, why does Bleuenn have eleven fingers? "Sonny asked.

Clementine didn’t know what to say.

"Because it’s more convenient, I can do more…”

“I want a third eye, like the gentleman in the park,” added Alba, “to see better.”

"Don’t worry, darling. I’ll see to it that you see more clearly than he does. »

Then they began to talk about the countries and capitals of the Red Planet.

Clementine’s son’s name was Sonny. She really liked that name. He was a real ray of sunshine, that boy. Besides, he was well cared for on the Planet Brown. A robot was constantly taking care of him and there had been an intervention on his genes. And Alba, her daughter, so pure and white! Finally, those who submitted to the Red Planet were much more closed to the outside world and in their bubble than Sonny who was autistic. She knew that he was opening himself to the world and that he would be free.

Sonny: What about the others? Now that I’ve fulfilled my purpose, I don’t know what to do.

Detective Del Spooner: I think you’ll have to find your way like the rest of us, Sonny. That’s what Dr. Lanning would’ve wanted. That’s what it means to be free.

I robot (2004)



Aurianne Or


Pour lire cette histoire en français, cliquez ici: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/178817034225/permis-sur-la-planète-rouge-une-histoire-de


Bluegrass country music: Flatt & Scruggs – Keep on the Sunny Side: https://youtu.be/jCbhM_Ud3YA

Foot massage à กาญจนบุรี: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/166876296355/foot-massage-à-กาญจนบ-ร-soffrir-un-massage-des


Homme à barbe: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/166258001410/homme-à-barbe

Riche: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/173797489620/riche-cétait-une-belle-journée-et-le-paysage

How Juliette met Shakespeare: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/162083312555/how-juliette-met-shakespeare


Toulouse: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/160848281930/toulouse

Théâtre de rue: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/161128273180/théâtre-de-rue

Dinosaure sur la route: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/168470355765/dinosaure-sur-la-route-ah-il-faut-quand-même

Explosion Volcanique : https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/168251271985/explosion-volcanique-oh-non-quel-désastre

Gender-Le genre: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/158649518000/gender-le-genre

Retournons-nous: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/185834980780/retournons-nous-retournez-vous-et-prenez-une

Turn: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/185904858185/turn-look-back-and-take-a-picture-of-the-earth

Healthy Soda

Half a lemon juice + 1 liter of water = ça mousse (foam)

You can also add slices of fresh ginger roots and add them to this drink.  You can also make variations to this recipe: it works with oranges, strawberries, grapefruits or anything you like.


The Guardian – Grandma’s all-natural recipes: when life gives you lemons, preserve them: https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/apr/30/grandmas-all-natural-recipes-when-life-gives-you-lemons-preserve-them


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Ginger and Lemon sparkling water.

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You can also squeeze the juice of the half lemon directly into the glass of sparkling water.


Pour lire ceci en français, cliquez ici: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/158971101626/healthy-soda-le-jus-d12-citron-1l-deau


– Coffee Invitation: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/162392229350/coffee-invitation-a-

My personal Henna recipe:

If your hair is tinted with chemicals, make a detox mask first.

1. Prepare the mixture without using metal utensils.

1 egg (nourishing the hair)

1 black beer (bringing volume)

60g of neutral henna (sheathing your hair ―do not use natural henna = lawsonia inermis which tints in red)

70g of walnut husks (for a chestnut complexion)

30g of rhapontic (= rhubarb root, for Venetian blond highlights)

40g of turmeric (colorizing white hair ―buy it as a pigment because turmeric food gives orange highlights)

25g of alma powder (dying the hair dark blonde/chestnut. It is said to prevent hair loss as it is rich in vitamin C)

1 tablespoon honey (lightening the hair)

1 big spoon of olive oil (revitalizing damaged hair)

1 big spoon lemon juice or 2 spoons of cider vinegar (helping pigmentation and containing a biodegradable anti-limescale agent.)

½ natural yoghurt (for a smooth mixture)

1 teaspoon of ginger (supposedly helping hair growth)

1 cup of nutmeg (said to be fostering circulation)

1 small hot infusionof chamomile (for blond highlights and also because the heat fixes the pigments) – Another option is to use black tea if you like a darker color.

10 drops essential oil of chamomile (for blond highlights)

2. The mixture must have the consistency of a cream. If it is too liquid, add clay (green, pink or white) or neutral henna. If it is too thick, add a hot infusion of chamomile or black tea.

3. Optional: Let rest at least 2 hours or the whole night.

4. Put on old clothes and gloves. Apply on each wick, emphasizing the roots. Removeit when it is on the forehead, the neck or the ears.

Perform the operation in the bath or shower and immediately rinse the tiles, shower curtain and room with water before the pigments tint what they touched (if necessary, use bleach or a detergent).

Put a net cap  and an old towel. Remove the mixture that touches the skin. At this point, my son asks me to take off my hat because he says: “Mom you are not beautiful”. This is the only time he says that which means I must really look like a monster!

5. Leave on the hair for 3 hours (if you have white hair, otherwise, you can leave it from 1 to 3 hours depending on how deep the color you want). Do not open the door to strangers for fear of frightening them!

6. Remove the bulk of the mixture in hot water and rub thoroughly with a neutral organic washing base and then apply a mixture of 1/3 cider vinegar (which fixes the dye) and 2/3 of water, all thickened with guar gum so that the mixture has the consistency of a conditioner (see “Healthy Hair” for the full recipe). Leave on, then rinse with cold water to close the hair scales. Perform the operation in the bath or shower, then rinse the tile, shower curtain and room thoroughly with water before the pigments tint what they touched. Immediately afterwards, wash clothing, net cap, towels and all that has been in contact with the henna.

Dry your hair with a hairdryer; and then in the open air. (An exception is made the day of the henna because heat fixes pigments but the rest of the time prefer drying your hair in the open air or in a bamboo fiber turban).

Wait 3 days to see the real result (before, the color is not final, do not panic!).

If your skin is colored on the forehead, on the nape or around the ears, rub with lemon juice.

7. If the color is not suitable after 3 days; commercial chemical shampoos and conditioners are effective enough to remove color. Repeat a henna a week later by correcting the recipe in the direction you want.

For blond: Add to neutral henna, curcuma, chamomile, rhapontic, cassia or turmeric.

For chestnut: Add to henna walnut husk and / or Alma powder.

For coppery red: Make a mixture consisting of half of neutral cassia and half of natural or neutral henna.

For red: Add to neutral or natural henna, madder, beet juice or peels. onions.

Ginger promotes hair growth.

Nutmeg promotes circulation.

Cinnamon intensifies red and has antibacterial properties.

Clove has antiseptic properties.

Neutral henna sheath without coloring.

Natural henna sheath and colour in red.

Lemon juice and / or cider vinegar are anti-scaling and lightening.

Turmeric and black tea gilds hair (especially white hair)

In prevention, henna repulses lice. If you want to reinforce this repellent action, you can add a few drops of lavender essential oils to the preparation above or add a few drops in your conditioner. Ditto for the essential oil of chamomile for blond highlights or black tea to darken slightly the white hair (visible effect after 3 weeks).

If your color suits you, I advise you to use simple and organic products, such as those that I recommend in “Healthy Hair” or your color may change significantly.

It’s up to you to adapt according to the nature of your hair and the hardness of your water.

Create your own recipes, express your talent.


Pour le masque détox, consultez: https://centifoliabio.fr/fr/blog/a-quoi-sert-un-masque-detoxinant-pour-cheveux-n33

Pour plus de conseils sur l’entretien: https://centifoliabio.fr/fr/?fc=module&module=prestablog&controller=blog&id=292

Pour plus d’informations sur la coloration: https://centifoliabio.fr/fr/blog/coloration-naturelle-c25

https://www.aroma-zone.com/tous-nos-produits/extraits-naturels/autres-extraits-naturels/colorations-et-shampooings-vegetaux.html?mode=grid&limit=12

Sesame Street- I love my hairhttps://youtu.be/enpFde5rgmw

Healthy Hair, The advice of a Wookie, for hair and beards

Shampoo: 1 beaten egg + 2 scoops of neutral washing gel.

Leave for a minute and then rinse with cold / warm water to avoid cooking the egg.

Conditioner: ¼ cider vinegar + ¾ black tea + 2 teaspoons of guar gum + 5 drops of essential oils (chamomile, lavender, …). Mix it all. Put in a pot.

Apply conditioner and rinse with cold water.

Keep the conditioner in the fridge and especially tell your guests not to use it: my father-in-law thought it was jam … Yuck!

For a moisturizing hair mask, mix a beaten egg with a large tablespoon of honey and a large tablespoon of coconut oil or olive oil. Leave for at least 5 minutes then rinse with cold/warm water (to avoid cooking the egg). There is no need for a shampoo before the mask, but you can use the vinegar lotion afterwards.

For my personal recipe for henna, click here: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/161353090595/ma-recette-personal-de-henné-for-the-mask 

Use wooden utensils.

– Centifolia:  blog: https://centifoliabio.fr/en/blog/a- why-sert-a-mask -detoxinant-for-hair n33

For more advice on maintenance:

https://centifoliabio.fr/fr/?fc=module&module=prestablog&controller=blog&id=292

and http://en.wikihow.com/colour-your-choice-with-the-home-of-caffeine-or-spice 

For a gift box: https://www.aroma-zone.com/info/fiche-technique/cosmetique-coffret-maison-beaute-des-cheveux-100-nature-2015-aroma-zone 

Pour aller plus loin:
J’aime mes cheveux, d’Elodie-Joy Jaubert, éditions la plage.
Entretenir sa barbe avec des soins naturelshttps://www.aroma-zone.com/info/dossier-thematique/entretenir-sa-barbe-avec-des-soins-naturels