4 (french) Werber, Bernard

turning point, plain. Area of air currents, windswept. Billions
of dead advancing in line Indian River into a vast gray
(normal, it is composed of ectoplasm). It faces the time. We
learn patience. You would have with the dead famous.
- Rabbi, do you have “seen” the end of the corridor?
Amandine inquired. - Call me Freddy, please. And do not
hesitate to pronounce the word “see.” Qu’ectoplasme as I
see perfectly. Out of his body is no longer suffering from
any disability. Finally, to answer your question, yes, I saw
deep, straight ahead several hundred meters, a another
wall. Moch 4? - Was it closer than 3 Moch? asked Raoul. -
Hardly. Moch 4 must be three-quarters of the diameter
Moch of 3. Raoul noted.
- The curve of the funnel is tangent. The more we
progresses, the trumpet is pipe. One more question, Rabbi
… - Call me Freddy. OK? Tell me, Freddy, have you not
seen in the queue a man of about forty, with a bit like that,
glasses, such as a quickdraw and my hands still buried in
his pockets? For once, Freddy does not laugh.
- Talk about a relative of yours? - In my father murmured
Raoul, so low that we had hard to hear. He died there
nearly thirty years. - Thirty years … Freddy sighed. I think
you have misunderstood what I said. There were billions of
dead in the queue. How could I examine one by one? How
could I distinguish your father among this immense flock? -
Yes, Raoul blushed. My question was stupid. But my father