4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Roman Catholic who wonders just what he does there.
A band of Zen monks is lost in the cornice. We
seeing a nice load of Indian gurus, well packed in
lotus position, against dervishes twirling
in top.
They have developed a revolving line of defense that
used to house the soldiers exhausted most of their
camp. A horde of a group of Jesuits stuck ayatollahs
Shiites in turn to be attacked by Hashishins.
They owe their salvation to a commando of Druze and
a small group of Alawites.
That’s it, the last of the Mohicans is dead. Cheyenne
avenge. Attack against the whirling dervishes supported by
marabouts. In a triangular grouping of monks zen to prevent
Indonesian shaman run to the rescue of Jewish liberals.
The umbilical cords slam like rubber bands. It bites, it is
drawn. Crocs-in-teeth and leg-in-cord. The light illuminates
the bottom of the tunnel of light duels skin. Enraged or
frightened faces as pale in neon. By far, I see groups linked