I‘m writing reviews sometimes as a diary, sometimes it‘s just diarrhea.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The greatest learning from this story is to skip therapy for an unhealed trauma, ignore proper medication and instead go for a 1302km walkie through france and call it a selfhealing experience while writing pseudo-philisophical stuff into your notebook. This is romanticized bullshit about a depressed man showing off his toxic alphamale behavior.
But to call it with the words of Napoleon as the protagonist did: there are two types of men, those who cause them and those who profit by…