4 (french) Werber, Bernard

213 - IN ANGELS
My second trip ectoplasmic happened less than the first.
On my first flight, I thought to rescue Rose and thinking of
others can forget his own anxieties.
There I was thinking about too many things along the way. Is
there mercenaries from another Hashishins or a few
worshipers of Beelzebub in ambush, ready to attack by
surprise and cut our umbilical cords?
I was afraid.
I hid my fear.
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In Flight tight, we marched into the space at the speed
of thought. We crossed the Sun, due to
the Earth’s rotation, was then directly on the way
leading to the center of the galaxy.
I repressed my eternal question parasite (“But