That evening we sit on the edge of a large lake in the mountains. Night fell and we improvise a barbecue on concrete grill installed here. Is it the excitement of our tribulations, the idyllic beauty of this framework? The party went on until late at night, so much so that in the morning, we all decided to swim.
The sun is not there yet, but the moon is round and enlightens us so that it is paradise. Here I can easily imagine what could determine inspired thinkers, to imagine happiness with a man, a woman, a tree at the water's edge, a snake (no, not the snakes!) and an apple ...
Without realizing it, I went a lot away from the bank with my friend, she gave up and turned around, the other side seems too far away. I'm in the middle of the lake, stark naked, I suddenly realize I have to get back to the shore as soon as the first rays of the chariot of fire will be showing. I redoubled effort before Ra could touch my whole body. Too late, when I get out of the water, urticaria begins its work, it itches, I blushed, not scratching, I am unable to walk, I swell, I'm exhausted, certainly by the swimming, but now I feel that all my strength fails me. The swelling starts to work, I lie and do not move, not even an eyelash. There, in the eyes of others, I see that they are scared.
My friend started a body friction and invites others to do the same on all my members. She says it is to help the blood flow and force it to continue flowing to the brain, also she focuses especially on my head. I can not move at all, my vision blurred, I do not see anymore, I feel that she insistes, she speaks, it reminds me vaguely of something happened earlier, but I focus on what it says, she screams, but what? Do not go, no stay with us, do not fall asleep, he should not lose consciousness, otherwise he will leave us permanently. Massage him his heart, is he breathing? No ...
Ultimately, the ulcer has fulfilled his contract, indirectly of course. But what does it care how, as long as it leads to its purposes.
I could never do to others what I would not accept myself that could be done to me. Undoubtedly, he is for nothing directly, but this is my boss, my friend, my master. I spend a lot of time at his architecture firm, because I became an architect. I put my heart into it and spend efficient numerous hours to renovate a theater and develop another. He introduced me to the game of mah-jong with his wife and mother as partners.
I become a family friend, I am even invited to the wedding of her sister, with whom I studied architecture. Everything seems sincerely bind us.
I have already spoken of many terrible accidents, but the one that going to happen is even more.
I have nothing to do with it, neither my boss, I am his rear passenger attached to the center belt. No, the guilty one is a dizzy whom has not respected a stop and takes us into a macabre waltz, the car does not stop to spin around as a whirligig then shock, it freezes.