4 (french) Werber, Bernard

of life. Like me just now, it appears that here is his real
country, his only home. At the same time, something in it,
maybe the love she devote myself, fight against feeling.
Around us, people and angels look forward to which side
the balance.
- How lucky to be so adored a mortal! whispers a
Japanese hara-kiri.
A child martyr approval.
An angel points out that this is the first time he sees such
muddle. Another is pleased that we were left up. The
situation is interesting.
Rose stares at the archangels. But they refuse to intervene
in the decision. If it wishes, there will the weighing of his
soul. Otherwise, it is free to return back and to resume the
series of its existence, with its ups and downs, its good and
bad actions. We are solely responsible for its destiny.
From a little higher behind, Freddy is watching us. Of far,
it’s like a wedding in a great cathedral skin. A couple facing
each other, Rose and me behind a long gray line of guests,
and in front of a mountain of light.
Rose takes a step forward towards the archangels, by
doing a second. I hold my breath and suddenly it makes