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Construction, for me, isn't an industry I chose. It's a world I grew up in, shaped by two figures who, each in their own way, passed something essential on to me.

My paternal grandfather was an interior architect. I went with him to his sites, looked at the plans spread across the table, listened to the exchanges between him and the tradespeople. He taught me, without ever formally teaching it, that building is as much a discipline as an art.

My maternal grandfather was a plumber. He had his own company and loved his trade. These stories have stayed with me since childhood, like a silent inheritance. There's something in SyneraBTP that belongs to him too.

My first memory rooted in this world: I'm five or six. They let me climb into one of the largest mobile cranes on the island. I remember the metal, the height, the noise of the machines. That's the day something settled in me.

When I passed my brevet, my mother offered me a trip as a gift. I chose to go to Batimat, the international building trade show. A few years later, I became a mason with the Compagnons du Devoir.

My first site is etched in memory: the Nice Observatory, designed by Charles Garnier and Gustave Eiffel. My journey with the Compagnons began between Nice and Marseille, then took me to Rennes, Angers and Mouans-Sartoux, before bringing me back to Corsica. Along the way, I worked in many churches, from the Nice area to Brittany. I then moved through several companies — and as many different sites.

Across companies and sites, I always ran into the same friction. Information getting lost. Misunderstandings. Clients left in the dark. It isn't a matter of willingness — there was simply no single, shared place.