4 (french) Werber, Bernard

death was an absolute taboo. We do not talk about no, it
does not mention it, if you pronounce his name, it is with
fear and respect. Under no circumstances we can not
pronounce the word in vain, it is bad luck. It shook me.
- Your great-grandmother died Aglaia. It’s horrible. And if
you were not heartless … you cry! It must be said that since
the dawn, my brother Conrad, he, flowed like a mop
bathrooms that drained. Oh, when people die, we must cry?
We do I said nothing. Things that go without saying are
better by saying.
To help me cry, my father, exasperated by my arrogance
juvenile, also gave me a pair of slaps. That way, he hoped, I
remember: one, the sentence “Death is the most horrible
thing that can happen” and two, that “we do not mess with
these things.”
- Why did not you cry? I insisted again father returning from
the funeral of great-mother Aglaia. - Leave him alone,
Michael was only five years, he knows not even what death
is, I defended my softly mother. - He knows very well but he
thinks only of himself, then the indifferent to the death of
others. You’ll see, when we die, He will not cry either!
There, I began to understand that no good not Mess with
death. After that, once you told me a passage from life to