Starting from the observation of my own family history, its discontinuities, deviations, adoptions, appropriations and other post­colonial indigestions, my attention turned to 1789 and the revolutionary period as a melting pot of French myths, with a simple question: what stories can I draw from it to feed the evenings of my future children? Gradually, a gallery of anti-heroes was born, some of whom will have their adventures told here, through the re-edition of an article from 1913.