4 (french) Werber, Bernard

discerned pity in her voice. “Poor Michael, he thought, so
many years of study to reach this solitary life, sad and
miserable. “
It’s true that at that time my life was not terrible.
I was living alone, single, in my little studio Rue Reaumur.
Most of all, loneliness weighed me, and I longer found any
satisfaction in my work. I arrived morning at the hospital. I
examined the records of future operations. I was preparing
my products, syringes planted, watched the screens.
Luckily I had never experienced an accident as but my
anesthetist existence of high priest in white coat was far
from meeting all the promises My short stay in hospital of
old St. Louis. The nurses were not naked under their work
clothes. Some were easy but they certainly s’aban
gave in the hope of marrying a doctor in order to finally stop
working. My job does finally brought me that
disappointments.
I did not enjoy the esteem of my superiors, or
one of my subordinates and my equals ignored me. Th