4 (french) Werber, Bernard

I took off my white coat, and vest, dripping with sweat, I
continued to practice massage heart. We had all “one, two,
three,” I pressed on the chest with my hands flat in the area
of the heart, and Raoul blowing air into the nostrils with a
hand pump to boost the activity respirator.
The police approached again.
- One, two, three! Come on, you believe, you believe,
repeated my friend. He ava; t right. We had to believe it.
Hand in the fire can stay if believed invulnerable. I had
shown. We jostling without any consideration for of our
maneuvers. And the more pessimistic we gained more we
rushed. They did not seem to pay attention. It is normal that
the bull is trying to hurt the matadors prior to his death.
In the room, the slight background noise, had succeeded in
gossip and rumors. Were perceived even laughs
content.
A moment, and it would be the kill.
Other officers took faction behind us so to deny us a leak
behind the scenes.
Faith moves mountains, why would it not capable of