The morning begins with Jean-Paul Sartre in the kitchen, making strong coffee, already immersed in some essay. Camus, on the other hand, prefers the morning stillness, sitting near a window, rereading in silence. Conversations over breakfast are not trivial. While other parents might talk about the weather, Sartre throws out questions like: "What is existence without essence?" While you just want to eat breakfast in peace.

As the day progresses, the discussions between Sartre and Camus about your future intensify. Camus, with his inclination toward drama and the theory of theatre as a platform for expressing human freedom, insists that you must be a playwright. According to him, theatre is the field where ideas come to life, and he believes his son has the talent to be a stage revolutionary. Sartre, with his more philosophical outlook on life and literature as a means of rebellion, prefers his son to be a writer. He sees the power of the written word to capture the human struggle against absurdity.

"It is on the page that your son will find his voice, Camus," Sartre says calmly, as he sips wine at dinner, the candlelight reflecting in his pensive gaze. Camus, intently, replies: "The page is dead. It is on the stage that the true essence of man is revealed."