4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Safely above the capital, we dénouons the ours and
raccompagnons ectoplasm Rose to the hospital Saint-
Louis. It sinks into the roof like a marsh. As long as our
getaway him too long has not cause irreversible damage!
We, we return to thanatodrome. To say that my alter ego
remained there, sitting quietly, while I myself up to so many
tricks!
We cross the roof, floor, floors, we return to our body pain.
My ectoplasm and my mortal coil are facing
face. The translucent and colorful. Solid and vaporous. The
light and heavy. It is now important to pick up. I go into me
like a thick ski overalls padded. No one taught me how to
return to his old skin. I improvise. Just in case, I go through
the top of my head since that’s where I came.
It’s not so pleasant to find his body flesh. I feel once my
rheumatism, my sores, my itching, my cavities, in short, all
those little evils that persecute you all the time.
Here I met again to myself. We are more than my body and
my soul. My toes are invaded tingling.
Slowly I raise my eyelids. I rediscovered the “normal” world,
in which “normal” world, the first thing I see is the display of
the electrocardiogram and its small peaks. My heartbeat is
réaccélèrent gradually.