4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Raoul is walled up in silence. I knew he was thinking
constantly Stefania. We had heard from by {0}{/0}
{1}Logs{/1} She had gathered around her a band of “Bad
guys”. The Italian Tibetan Buddhist we had loved so much
professed everywhere that the property was equilibrate with
evil. That whatever now our knowledge, the desire to
commit suicide resume faced with a world so bland.
Under his leadership, a horde of thugs in leather jacket
black, perched on bikes, trying his best to promote acts as
outmoded as theft, murder, rape and pillage. But the fear of
damaging his karma was too strong, Stefania had difficulty
retain the services of associates and initiative remained
isolated.
Stefania was something of a national curiosity and even
when the police were able to stop it, it or some of his own,
they abstained. They feared that the operation could be
considered a assault and said that, in any case, these
bandits would be sufficiently punished in their
reincarnations.
Yet, for Raoul and me too, Stefania became a major
concern. Embodying evil, it proved there were still risks to
be in this world. It gave relief to the property. By sacrificing
his karma
healthier society, she was engaged ultimately an act of