🌱 Hello.
My name is Gabriel.

Everyone knows Trump.
Or President Putin.

Both take care of their people.

All good.

Just one small problem:

Their people.
Your people.
My people.

So here’s a simple question:

What is the name of the person
who takes care of the Earth?

We all live on the same Earth.

I mean the one who belongs to no nation
and whose job it is to make sure the Earth is well – for the good of all nations.

Do you know his name?

I don’t either.

And yet the Earth carries all our weight.
And we are really heavy.

She carries us every day. Day in, day out.

So again:

Who actually takes care of her?

Is that a stupid question in 2026?
Or exactly the right one?

Does the Earth even deserve
that someone takes care of her?

This year in our village:
1 cm of snow.
For one day.

Before?
30 to 40 cm.
For three months.

I wanted to report it.
Officially.

So I searched.

And searched.

And searched.

There is no one.

No phone number like an emergency line.
No office.
No “Minister of Earth.”
Nothing.

If there were someone like that,
everyone would have their phone number,
so everyone could report what they see.

Why doesn’t such a person exist?

Because you don’t make money with environmental protection.

By the way, I was called crazy.

Why?

Because I designed a plan.

A plan for
8 billion people.
8 billion trees.

Sounds big?
Yes.

Impossible?
No.

Do you think I’m crazy?

If I say it’s possible?
If I try?
If I even know how to finance it?

Crazy ideas have saved the world before.
Right?

We were born naked.

And we leave naked.

Everything we own
we found here on Earth.

And one thing is certain:

We return to the Earth.

Ashes to ashes.

The Earth is there.
She waits for each of us – patiently.

Each of us returns to Mother Earth.

Isn’t it logical
that she will treat us
the way we treated her?

If we plant trees,
we show respect.
We show love.

Then she will take care of us.
As you treat me, so I treat you.

We can speculate.
It doesn’t help.

We will be buried or cremated.
That is certain.

What happens after?
No one knows.

For my part,
I believe what I see.

And I see myself down there in my coffin.
Without money.
Without heating.
Without a house.
Without ego.

Only the Earth.

What happens then, if I took good care of her?
Will she take good care of me?

It sounds logical that she would.

So for my part,
I will plant as many trees as I can.

Now it’s about informing everyone.

Politicians.
Journalists.
Celebrities.
Influencers.
Academics.
Entrepreneurs.
Everyone.

Everyone should have my phone number.

So they can report what they see.

So I can act faster.

+49 157 308 12931
info@francis-tonleu.org

I am an organization, not a company.

If you haven’t read “La Remontada” yet:
Read it.

It is raining in the desert.
A report I received.

And that is not a good sign.

I explain everything in the book.

I believe
everyone should set the course now.

For their own time after.

Let’s plant trees. 🌱