4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Raoul moved to province and many years
passed before we met again.
My father died the same year of lung cancer.
Cigars at ten francs had not missed. Spinach
broccoli and anchovies, I poured a flood of tears to his
funeral but no one seemed to care.
As soon return of the funeral, my mother turned into
a shrew tyrannical. She began to want to get involved
any at all want to monitor and dictate my life.
Without embarrassment, she was rummaging through my
things and found
my diary and I thought, however well hidden
under my mattress. She immediately began to read high
voice the best passages in front of my brother Conrad,
delighted with this supreme humiliation.
I took some time to get over this injury. My