Preconceptions are wrong. Preconceptions about certain nationalities are particularly wrong! Jürg Fischer was a special case. After all, our moral integrity does not permit…Read More
NEW! We are delighted to debut the class notes section with the Class of MBA’75. We hope you enjoy their stories and if you would like to submit your class notes, please email firstname.lastname@example.org
“Why destroy a good story with facts?”
Some people think facts are not enough, while others, like myself, are convinced, on the contrary, that real life is more surprising, more absurd, dramatic, funny and poetic than any invented or brushed up story.
The following events, mini-dramas and episodes happened just as they are told here. As much as possible, the stories have been confirmed, permission to quote requested, and the final wording authorised by the original source.
“Why make a good story worse by inventing details?”
Stefan Culen, Editor, Class Notes of MBA 1975
Bertil: I won’t survive a year in Fontainebleau without a girlfriend! Lars: I agree, so why don’t we try to meet someone at Café Glaces?…Read More
During the Easter holidays of 1975, our Lebanese colleagues with the help of some local anciens organised a trip to Beirut for an informal…Read More
Preface 1: For the younger generation: A phone box was a public telephone installed in a small structure on a sidewalk or a square,…Read More
This INSEAD study group had been invited to dinner in Paris by Norbert Bierbaum, Hillejan’s father, to celebrate their – or rather Mario Fabri’s…Read More
There was still a long line of INSEAD participants waiting in front of the telephone booth on the vast square between the Cour des…Read More
After a delicious dinner at the Tour d’Argent and a memorable romp through the Quartier Latin, Norbert Bierbaum-Hillejan, Thomas Bittner and Peter de Haydu…Read More
The shower room in Residence was down a long hallway with an extremely fine view of the chateau every season of the year. It…Read More
A few days before the ball, I was contacted by the manageress of Vaux Le Vicomte (I think she was called Mme Belin) with…Read More
When the job interviews started in spring of ’75, Lars Moeller indulged considerably. A new dark suit, a white shirt, a blue tie, black…Read More