Autobiography - My Life Out Standards

Autobiography - My Life Out Standards

introduction

After careful consideration, I decided to reveal my story here, simply. These are parts of my real life, not fiction or unnecessary additions. I did not made ​​this for fame, I did not made for money, I do not doubt made ​​to men or to deny their beliefs. I testify, that's all, and I said to be nothing more than a pretty rational man who asks questions about too many things in non-Cartesian what he sees (and exchange, discussion) around him ... but needless to procrastinate, to testify to the best sequences and phenomena encountered, I will have to tell you fairly long passages of my life, and testimony from relatives, witnesses themselves, and often silent before such surprising facts. Insofar as these tickets are quite limited in characters, I will proceed by Chapters and I will convene as the theme page thereafter. Here is the beginning and obviously to start one of my strangest encounter / phenomenon / randomly encountered throughout my life, which is produced around 1969, and finally quite soon after my stop undergone any spiritual activity (see below).

chapter 1

I'll start from the very beginning I say at once that I do not remember all the exact date (my father either) or even the year 100%: this I am sure, c 'is that it happened one evening very soft (probably between April and July) to 21 hours (we had finished eating and my father started a program or game on television while my mother was still in the kitchen - classic!). My TV does not interest me too much that night, I was hot and I was out on the small balcony we had on the 4th floor of this 7-storey building at 50 rue Balard, Paris 15th. We had an unobstructed view as above the trees of the wide street and in front there was only low walls and warehouses factories Citroen (who were at that time a large part of both sides of the street Balard and Quai Andre Citroen).

It was probably in April or May 1969 (I remember 1968 and its events with a beautiful view from top on the plants in question and what we saw!) Because it was already dark, but still warm then that information for 20 h were over for a while: so I have 9 years (I was born on 4-8-1959). Located on the 4th balcony of a building at 50 rue Balard with a beautiful view towards the east and south of the capital, I see right in front of me, brushing the tops of buildings that block the horizon, a bright white ball fat. The heliport of Paris, located right next to the device between the 15th and Issy-les-Moulineaux allows me to know for several years noises and lights associated with helicopters ... nothing to see, no noise and helicopters are flying ever 15th directly: same tourists are forced to go around Paris and at the time, there is not yet the balloon that flies regularly nowadays André Citroen redeveloped docks ... the ball very swollen slowly and heading straight towards me, while lowering its altitude: I see a time in front of the buildings from the bottom, when it passes over the Cemetery de Grenelle which is across the warehouses and factories. I fixed and am mesmerized by its vision and brilliant at the same time not blinding at all: not a helicopter headlight and still no noise. Moreover there is a surprising silence this time and little traffic, but the place is pretty quiet when the plants sleep (more or less): few houses at the time. I turned quickly to knock on the window panes and bring my father ... it is full movie and I obviously miss it ... wonder gesture that I want, I made ​​him a sign come quickly, excited, but he sent me away and rounding his attention ... so I drop and turn my attention to the cue ball, which has become quite big, as far as the Moon and even with a kind of misty white aura around, fading into the night. The object is not high and I suddenly twists to see it above the street, always the same, it is slightly off to me and I look a little to the left and to my zenith . The object suddenly stops just 2-3 seconds at the roof of my building and so I turned left to face him. He disappears suddenly resuming his way over the roof. I rushed to the other side of the apartment where three windows open to the west and south. My mother bulky kitchen and not venturing too much into the room of my parents, I throw myself to the toilet, climb on the closed window (I said :)), and looks to me to monitor the reappearance of the ball if it followed the same direction ... I'll wait 15 minutes in vain well ... nothing, no noise. South-east, far away, flashing red indicates an approaching helicopter. This is either the ball has vanished, or it is in the vertical position of the roof. Although it is difficult to accurately recall the duration of any observation, taking into account the fact that I turned to my father to knock on the window, I closed my eyes a few seconds to be sure not to dream, I would say it does not have lasted more than a minute, two maximum, which is long enough to identify a possible helicopter, or a single large balloon filled with helium ... especially the memory of seeing the edges of the building, above, slightly illuminated by the object when he brushed this is ...

I was on my balcony (red cross) and the object is white. Buildings I striped in blue did not exist in 1969 Besides my building was also demolished and replaced by another from, and face everything was built. I can no longer see them coming from as far this ball today on the 4th floor. The neighborhood has changed, exit the tranquility of a warehouse floor, buildings and businesses have largely replaced Citroën factories, street even look both ways now ...

In view of this evidence (specific scenes never left my mind, even when I went to other obligations, they are always returned in dreams or just seeing an article talking about certain subjects) a 9 year old, I think you will understand why I did not mention too much in my life. My only indirect witness is my father, who confirmed most recently remember this incident, he also also reminded me that made ​​me go, every child an IQ test before my sudden surprising skills (and also at the request of a French teacher in advance).

I have not talked too much as far as now, I only began to realize how some strange events in my life have actually affected, and such a subtle way that a full understanding m is still impossible. Let me explain before this event, I was a very quiet and secluded enough child I was raised mostly by my grandmother and my aunt in the Pas-de-Calais (my family is from the north and Pas-de-Calais - an ancestor would have worked for a king in the 17th century from family research, but especially coal miners or farmers for the most part ...), and then underwent removal between La Ferte-Allais Paris and in the Paris suburb 15th: no friends my age before I arrived in the 15th. I spend my free time between cycling and battles small soldiers (battles could last for weeks dismay of my mother, they took 3/4 of my room ^ ^) ... until this event so. After, and also the opinion of my parents so I externalizes much more quickly found myself with good friends, etc ... but at the same time, my imagination is exacerbated.

I think I still need to overhaul all its scattered data (or already grouped) in my memory, add the new data from other memories (family) and write a (long) story of this family mini-biography while respecting decency, simple truth and memory of the same family.

This is a family story that was held "secret" within the family, especially as concerned parents were alive, but I really discovered the true story that last year, after my cousin and godmother Janine daughter of a sister of my father, then, that this story came, and my father was also discovered later the whole story. But first things first.

August 1944, Pas-de-Calais-Artois. Background: the Allies landed course in June 1944 and are now free Paris. The Pas-de-Calais, early invaded by the Nazis, is still occupied by German increasingly nervous. The attacks are increasing and mining strikes do not help things curfew is enacted and it is forbidden to leave or even to show the window (my father also lost a schoolmate 15 years because he committed the stupidity of his window open when a German patrol passed a bullet in the head ...). Anyone caught outside after the deadline is immediately shot without any trial ...

Five young girls end up a little later than planned their works (she takes care of elderly people in a nursing home) that day, and they have not been notified of the curfew in the day by the German authorities (no radio, no visits ...). Of these five young women, two sisters of my father, Janine and Marcelle (this is where my father did not know the truth either at the time, like their parents: they did not know that c 'were the two who underwent what happened, girls downplayed things to spare their parents: one of the two youngest, was not supposed to accompany his sister ...), a nun and civil two other colleagues who also live to their city. No transport at this time and age, they have several kilometers on foot to go, as every day. They made ​​their way through a forest, as there are still many in the region at the time (a forest that still exists elsewhere), and lack of opportunity for them, a German patrol crosses and calls immediately . They matter a nervous and suspicious sub-officer, who does not speak or understand French course. In examining the papers of girls, he gets angry seeing an identity card with a photo of nun above and apparently suspected undercover nun of being a spy or a terrorist (do not forget that the French Resistance were well known terrorist by the Franco-German government in power, of course). He quickly takes its decision, the five girls are placed in front of trees at the edge of the road, and the sergeant ordered his men to take aim ...

It is at this precise moment, when the NCO will order the soldiers to fire, a car comes rushing towards them, stops and a German officer down and ordered the sergeant to stop the procedure. It examines in turn the papers of French youth, and as he speaks and understands better the French quickly asks the nun and its "accomplices" to end up being convinced of the innocence of young women and asked them to spend more night the owner of the forest, near the castle, to avoid the risk of encountering other patrols ... they will also, too scared to meet again with simple febrile soldiers ...

Well, happy coincidence, fluke shall we say. Yes, of course, I agree that when this kind of small "miracle" (or "catastrophe" as the case may exceptionally and rarely occurs in the environment of a man. Specifically, there is careful and is retained because it is rare. But what about when this kind of thing happens, and we shall see later, fairly recurrent, systematic view?

Another example, this time to deeply marked my father (outside his teens came under German rule):

After the war and like most of the region, he joined the only company that needs labor: Great Collieries of France and Pit mines in the area, where he lives with his mother, father died elsewhere silicosis disease (minor) to 50 years ...

Divion, Artois, 1954. My father is 24 years old, unmarried, and the night of 19 to 20 June 1954, there Ducasse (funfair) in downtown Divion. Few occupations in these small towns and the smallest party brings the world later, although the weather was rather stormy. My father is with his best friend, Henry Drouvin the same age, and they are also co-workers as miners. Curiously, while it does it never happened so far, my father too much fun at the party and decided to skip his turn working exceptionally night: he must indeed take over a team of miners to 3:00 am (mine never stops) in principle. But that night, he never really knew why he did not want to go there (he did not say anything but maybe a meeting? ... Me), and there is required. He tried to convince his friend Henri de "dry" and also to be replaced (the volunteers were not lacking), but it may be needed the money or not just wanted to spend his shift ...

"That day, at 4:00 am, the fire from heaven unleashed underground disaster. A storm rips the sky above Artois. Thelliez The team leader thinks that the work of the 14 miners 'floor of 875 wells Clarence is nearing completion. at the same time, a huge flame befalls him, he is projected at 40 meters, lightning has just fallen. it causes loss of ventilation. a pocket firedamp and shape, probably with the help of a spark tool ignites. This is the explosion of firedamp, followed by the dreaded dust explosion. Immediately, rescue teams of Clarence and auchel rush. at 7 o'clock, the first casualty is raised to date. It will take three days to clear the eight killed and six survivors. Both of them then succumb to the hospital. "

This is the team of my father, but he did learn that when he returns at dawn, a neighbor surprised to see the disaster and tells him that his family is worried sick, since 'there is supposed to be lowered into the night ... his mother and sisters, everyone thought he was also at the bottom, missing ... Imagine the shock for my father to learn that, for once he does not want to go back, a disaster occurs and most importantly, his best friend Henry (the youngest in the photo) is one of the victims ...:

I found here another testimony of that time and direct neighbors of my family this time (I was far from being born again), none of whom live there anymore, since my grandmother and also my uncle and aunt lived opposite one another in the Rue D Divion ... (and yes, the settlements of Mines ... that still exist here and are still inhabited!)

http://morel.and.co.free.fr/divion4.html

Well, even a fluke could I think, if that was it ... but it was undeniable to me there: the same kind of thing also happened to me, and not once (not counting other "details" I have to describe it) to me and also to my daughter and her fiancé Matthew, but also my cousin and one of my nephews there is not so long.

But I reparlerais later, my memories and conversations with my father last year have me informed about possible effect from a more distant origin (in my case anyway!) Phenomena or at least a beginning of an explanation, a sign ...

I'm pretty atheist for years and even anti-religion in general at a time, rather humanist and internationalist utopian probably a bit like everyone else ... but my memory (confirmation of my father) also told me that in my childhood, my family was still quite religious ... especially my grandmother and paternal aunts, my mother and practitioners, practicing believer but more later ...

I have not really been brought up by my parents but by my early years my grandmother, a widow, and her daughter and husband (Aunt Marcelle, the sister of my father so), all since died. Given this, I hardly obviously have more memories of this period, but I landed in Paris around 6 to 7 years (presumably) to join my parents and begin formal schooling ... there I remember once participated in Christian services, catechism (I also had to be taken at all Masses on Sunday morning to Divion I guess!) and imagine that my father has even confirmed it is no longer than j 'I made ​​part of the "Singers of the Wooden Cross' 15th arrondissement! Thing I had removed from my mind apparently! But against, I remembered other more amazing detail: reading some passages given by the priest-worker Cate really dazzled me and disturbed me deeply enough ... I remember perfectly ... a little surprised when we suddenly (fear) and we discover something beautiful ...

I remember that the priest had noticed my upheaval to some written by the others, but I also remember that other passages suddenly revolted me, and then I said to the priest, but how can he be so contradictory to what I read yesterday? I asked him? He looked at me with either a mysterious smile, or with difficulty, and invariably answered me: "I'm just a worker-priest and I do not understand all the Scriptures ..."

To describe my feeling, I felt a close contact, such as when two people at the same time the same reaction, understanding ... and very fast. Or as when two accomplices include the second without saying anything ... it just by reading some passages from the bible ... you have already have this feeling as when you look at someone you love in the eyes and your mind "part" to his ... instant complicity ... I do not know how to describe it but it's everything at once ... like a thunderbolt from a few milliseconds, instead of send to my mind like a look or accomplice, sent straight to heaven ... it's the best I can to describe this powerful feeling.

I know the catechism and singing stopped quite abruptly because my father found that I was spending too much time with the priest! I know that nothing has happened at all with the worker-priest and he had approached me because I was hit by some spiritual elements ... but I also know that my father went to see the senior pastor of complaining about his intentions ... and pulled me without further trial of any religious activity ...

Is this the real starting point of my life, which is ultimately the indirect result of a specific event described above? Anything could make me think now, after so much time passed, and yet even more present now. Because, even today, despite my attempts to always reject this possibility, I have no doubt that then it happened to me is just as extraordinary as this UFO, probably more for some amazing and worthy to part of "a little disturbed" see much ... too bad for them if they think that they are just evidence of prejudice or fear ...

chapter 2

When you fight against a landlord who handles housing dozens of families into believing they are alone in not having been increased since x time for example with respect to an imaginary and fictitious neighborhood comparisons, you can not be tempted to say the simple truths and felt by yourself, without risk of providing a false or weak reason opponents. So I have refrained until now to continue this "autobiography" focused on the experiences I judge myself as usual outgoing. But insofar tell truths and even prove no point in the immediate future this company run by people who do not have the same life as their people, who are rich in their illusions, and all whose wheels are taken for the benefit of a few, I know I am among those who can sow seeds that can take a long time to germinate, but still germinate. I will take my memories of the best and I care less about bad thoughts or prejudices of potential readers: they go elsewhere!

I repeats against that, especially for the most distant times, the scenes described are not necessarily in chronological order, even if they are relatively close in time. I can say that against by just certainly started anyway when I finally got to Paris myself, and after continuing my studies in the 15th arrondissement, therefore, in a boys' college Rue St-Charles, accompanied by hours Catechism and choir! I confess to having very few memories of that time (started about 7-8 years?), Except towards the end, most striking. I think by cons remember that I went through several positions in the choir: a beautiful clear and angelic voice, my voice broke fairly quickly, so much so that I remember a singing teacher was surprised I have "sort" among the most serious voice and placed among the largest despite my age and body size (I stayed long enough smaller in size - and besides, I'm not very big now, just in the middle !).

Today, I am almost certain that all happened the first time this sort of wonderment suffered emotional squeezing both throat and releasing the heart, tears of happiness. One thing I never relived of my life with such intensity. Printing as a memory in a memory, as if this sort of great ecstasy was already known to me, far, far into the mists of memory. And the feeling of being on the verge of total understanding of everything around me ... a bit like when you have a object on the language name, and it will not come out and ... then nothing. Only the emotion remains indefinitely and happily. That's what keeps me alive here, so I know that there is a beyond. But my reasoning for everything that follows, is that connection, if I dare say it was one, the first, has never actually broken, or that this connection has drawn attention more less permanent force (s) strange (s) around me. And for those who may begin to declare that there may be paranoid tendencies in all this, know that not because I'm not afraid of others or much, I do not feel persecuted me: it over 10 years that I did not leave the same place and I am "findable" by everyone, see more with something else. My only concern so far has been to protect my daughter as a priority and try to ensure that she can make her own adult choice (30 this year 2014, my daughter), with whom she so love to do!

Shortly after this strong emotion just by reading a passage from the New Testament, I remember that our apartment has received an unexpected visitor: a vulgar pigeon crashed against the window of my room and fell on the balcony, groggy and highly dislocated wing. I convainquais my mother to be able to heal, and even my father in the evening, as he remained several days in my room. The first two quite calmly, because I put it in a big box filled with cotton boots, and my mother had helped bandage his wings, especially that he could no longer close itself. He seemed to have been poisoned after also soft and unhealthy behavior. But after three days, saucers of milk with bread and a few seeds, the wing forced rest did not prevent most want to stretch their legs and out of the box. A Parisian pigeon well fed not too used to the respect of a room, and although he seemed to want to understand that the newspaper was a good place to vent all that, he quickly received the ultimatum of departure the next day.

And I remember being a little sad to see this new little friend go, but at the same time happy to have helped and cared for.

Well, the next day at the same time, he returned to land on the balcony railing, recognizable to me and gave me the party turning around like crazy for a good quarter of an hour, as soon as I opened the window. He returned several days like this regularly then one day, it was followed by a companion, and began to share his little saucer milk-bread on the balcony. But it is spoiled: they came a day too many at once, a real cloud of pigeons being landed on my balcony and those neighbors around the front of the building! I remember that my mother was frightened and took a broom. Me, I suddenly slapped hands and shouted at them to leave, they all did very quickly. I saw them all leave in the sky like an elongated column and noisy. The pigeon never came back after it was perhaps a farewell to say he had found a good band!

I think this is also roughly around this time appeared a strange dream that I redid several times at the time and also later. Difficult to describe dream because we have neither colors or textures that I saw. First, it is quite dark, with black and completely unfathomable places and it is unclear. It is also very colorful and visible places time and everything moves softly, as in a fluid disorder where I float. I have a strong sense of peace and contentment. There are little things that sometimes move before my eyes, different colors and shapes, and I'm like happy to see and feel them touch me, As if these things friendly continually cared for me and I felt their love for me ... This may seem unrealistic, but I have the impression that this is a memory even before my birth, as the fetus in the womb.

The following took place during a summer, probably was where I spent days in "patronage" or walking around the streets with new playmates. I still do not know my friend or my friend Claude Thierry, there it certain, very close again, or maybe even just after my "break" with the Choir of the Catechism and so even the Christian religion following the details recounted above. I had a small band this summer, but this is a little boy, younger than me 2 years I think, that most impressed me with the second event I could never forget. And yet I am unable to locate the face of the child fully, and also that our 3-4 other "friends" of summer, or even the father of this child, who attended the scene.

I think I have known this boy at least two to three weeks, almost every day, including weekends where we joined us late to home. It was my first real boyfriend, in fact when I look back. Very intelligent and lively for his age, I remember that we spent hours playing happily or discuss what was happening in adults. We had a curiosity equal and we often ask the same questions. This was spoiled when our 3-4 playmates (football, racing distracted in the hills parks or to ponds, logs and some classic nonsense kids from 7 to 9 years) were found to be really stupid and started the most violent games like "are you kidding a scapegoat" or "all against one" ... it is also possible that I refused to participate in one of their more stupid stupidity than other but they attacked me one day for no real reason, and my young friend chose (I can understand it now!) support rather than me ... sorry, I went home. The next day, I'm still angry, and even more against what I considered a true friend. This is probably a "certain" thing rocked, if not destiny, because I suddenly had the idea to get one of the favorite boy toy, he had shown me hidden under a brick OTABLE setup of an old wall, just in front of his home ... it was the day that this toy that I do not even remember sleeping at this point in time, but I could not resist going there in mid-afternoon. I was walking at the time and I remember he lived far enough in the middle of an impasse, to Lecourbe street I think. I remember wrong, maybe a house or small building with a large door always open courtyard and a large wall to the left of the entrance.

It was then that I finally neared and I left the main street of the small streets leading to the impasse that it happened. Suddenly, and while I was in full swing, on my way to "punish" the little one. Yes, I know, not very nice and revenge, but about 9 years, we rarely hesitate ... unfortunately! There, a powerful voice shouted inside my head "IT DOES NOT". I froze, surprised écarquillais eyes and looked around me, I turned around and stepped back even to see if a window or an open door suggested something. Nothing, everything was also very quiet and silent: it must be in the middle of August, not even cars. And the voice still ringing in me, compelling and fun at the same time, like a father who surprised a small child who will do something stupid! That is the impression that comes to mind now, but I could be wrong. , I remind you that you do not have to believe me, but I would hear in any case never this huge voice inside of me so far, but I heard good and very distinctly ... and I was still far from my goal.

I reprenais still fast enough and, as a child of nine years without much understanding and doubting many things, I shrugged and resumed my journey with the same goals ... I quickly reached the wall toy , removed the large brick loosened and took the toy and visible there, I froze again, suddenly thought back to that big voice and hesitated. I resumed my pocket toy approaching me to rest when all of a sudden, the small, accompanied by his father, appeared in the opening of the door. I instinctively understood that they were probably already there for a moment, behind the wall of their house hiding the court. The little boy approached me and said "I know you took my toy." Here, of course, I burst into tears, saying that I did not even know why I had taken, I was making fun of this toy and I was going to rest. With that, I rested in the brick, and he at once took up his hands, saying "yes but still ...", I began to retreat, full of grief, regret but also resentment towards a kind of betrayal I felt ... There, I heard his father say with a sigh, "I'd tell you not to do it with him!". Realizing that he himself had missed me confidence and played me, I was even more disappointed and ashamed of myself actually "have" and started to leave when little seemed to regret his start as "trap "or" test "half missed and cried that he forgave me and also apologized that I could take over and play with his toy. But I was in tears and little earphone, already angry tour with another band so I went running. I could still hear the little tell her father "but I do not want him to leave, that's the one I prefer as a friend ...". "I'd tell you, not him, but it's too late ...".

I was probably very resentful and conservais a rather bad memories of this last scene I will never see (apparently, though!) This little boy or his father. And yet, my mother could tell you if she was still with us, he tried to return. One afternoon in late August probably, my mother answered the phone or at the door (I remember wrong), and this is my young ex-boyfriend. The band ended up making fun of him and so he finds himself alone, too, and they bother. I do not even answer myself (and I still regret), but through my mother, I told him that it's done, as he sees what it is ... period. I am stubborn at the time and, despite my mother insists that I talk to him and treat me bad, I finally refused to see him. I failed to forgive the only possible occasion.

Several questions obviously still torment me about this scene, though engraved in my mind. This huge voice heard, was it good for me? For myself, both of us with the child or the child only for cause. Which of us should not make his "stupidity"? Both probably, in retrospect ...

At the beginning of September that followed, I think I met the best friend of my youth (with Claude who disappeared), Thierry. And it is not impossible that this UFO that visited me a sweet silent night, the fact is perhaps even in August (69 or 70 in advance) ...

chapter 3

It is this period was 70 I think, just a few weeks after these remained fairly strange in my mind (this child - smaller than my 11 years of battery time - remained as an extraordinary brilliant mind, scholar on topics of adult hypnotist, friendly and ... prankster, playful, gay, baby ...), I began to write. The few classmates that I had not returned or available and my concerns with the band of patronage were I remained locked until the write back (mid-September at the time) ...

This is probably also the period when I threw away most of my toys "warriors" - finished my battle of toy soldiers, to the dismay of my mother at the time that it was probably for the memories gifts and little moments that disappeared with ... anyway, I took back to school to get pads and pens and I started to write a little bit of everything at the beginning, start with poems and songs and fantastic texts and SF. - ...

Most of these early texts were lost in subsequent unfortunately years, but I found a few scattered leaves in old files, and short text below is one of the first texts:

"Taif worried lot. They had torn from his homeland and had prevailed in a dry and poor. Where it was before, it was fine, we took care of him and the place was wet point.

The most amazing was that he had cut all its feeder substances. How to be who took care of him wanted - that he Tai'f back to life?

Feeders and the Guers-called beings who took care of them - were huge and disgusting things, which provided them with food, water and the site of implantation.

Taif knew he had changed feeder, and he felt that he was much less friendly. He regretted his former feeder. Taif also knew that Guers died through the fault of some feeders. This would happen to him? He never would have doubted before. Taif was a little afraid. If he could move, he would have fled. But Guers had lost the power to move for many generations.

The Guers were frail beings, which does not sketched any movement. Their civilization was based on spirituality, and they corresponded with each other telepathically. The Guers could live long or die at birth. It depended exclusively feeders and many Guers regretted this state "thing.

The Guers were entered once in contact with the feeders, there were huge amounts of generations ago. But Guers is always passed on their history, and they do not forget.

And the only time that Guers contacted feeders, it was to seal a contract. The conditions were simple, and to the benefit of Guers. Feeders should forever take care of them, and their part, had to Guers feeders enjoy their beauty. Because Guers were beautiful, and they knew it.

Guers and let themselves be, they established themselves around the world and procreated. But Guers should remain motionless, to always show their beauty to the feeders. Indeed, if Guers went after being fed, the contract was flawed, broken. But the frail beings, strength to remain motionless, lost the power to move and they procreated on site, always giving new feeders Guers to treat.

The Guers also regretted having nothing else to offer than their beauty to feeders. There were wild Guers which implantaient themselves and fed naturally and as they could. These Guers then were much less beautiful than the "civilized".

Sometimes Tai'f regretted not being a wild Guer. Now Guers feeders were slaves, they could not do anything against them, and if feeders wanted to let them die, they die.

The Guers regretted their great telepathic powers of old, those with whom they had contacted feeders. Now Guers were constrained to let it go, they could not contact their protectors. They were reduced to the level of animals enslaved.

Taif felt that his feeder happened. Would he finally be well groomed? It would suffice to little to resume life. Water, simply.

Taif suddenly felt soil moisture. Its feeder finally gave him water! Taif gently stretched his feeder antennas. They soon retracted. There was water, but it had detected harmful chemicals in the water. He could not rehydrate. Its feeder he wanted his death, or did had he not realized that his water was polluted?

Suddenly Tai'f knew he was dying. He said goodbye to his peers, their explaining his case and let her beauty wither. He had resisted for a long time, too long. He felt her dress down, her body bending.

The feeder would he leave that? Had he no mercy? What did he contract? Its tiny brain cells atrophied crumbled. He tried to make a move, as he had so often tried, but there was no more successful than other times. He felt a player be landing on one of his sexual organs, but soon flew, probably disappointed. Reproductive beings were tiny things, unlike feeders. They were not smart, they did this by need.

The Guers were hermaphrodites, but they could not reproduce directly. So little people carrying the genes of a sexual organ to another, and seeding. Guers liked the breeding, because ultimately, it was thanks to them that they could procreate now. No more winged being will land on Taif, now ...

Taif felt his hackles organic tips, unique and poor defenses counters attacks. Its protective members withered. Suddenly an excruciating pain in Taif went thus foster bodies and planters. Taif immediately knew it was the end. Hundreds of Guers heard the shriek of Taif. A farewell ceremony and sorrow we began ...

Guers never imagined that would foster could forget their contract during these millennia. Indeed, when Guers had known that they were still primitive idiots. The Guers, they still remained at the same level, and could not understand one of evolution, this is what lost ...

***

Manuel CORTEGA spat on the ground and threw it on the solid ground of orchids that had snatched. He stole this plant there a few days in a beautiful property in the city. He wanted it resumes. Chic what it would have been among the boxes neighboring slum!

Manuel shrugged and returned to his box sheet, where his six children greeted by an infernal noise. Annoyed, he came out, looked through the remains of the massive beautiful orchids. But the roots rot, the flowers were wilted and shredded leaves. He shrugged his shoulders again. Funny idea, he had to replant a plant rich in a slum. Yesterday, he had his day of success. Everyone came to see his orchid. Today, it was over.

Well, he sighed, it had brightened his life a little poor. He turned to the sea and gazed at the magnificent landscape of an exaggerated air. He wondered why so many people came to see Rio, capital slums!

The same day, thousands of orchids died in Rio de Janeiro. It was the first act of protest Guers. But nobody paid any attention ...

The day the Guers die on the same day, their despair, perhaps humans they remember their contract? Who knows ... "- © Yves Herbo

Retraction reserved me a surprise, but is it really a coincidence? The main teacher Mr. Corneloup (a name I have not forgotten!) In this class of school from 1970 to 1971 and the end of the cycle, and professor of French, decided to implement a new program awakening literature that was to write a small book illustrated by the whole class. All practical subjects participating in the program, with the Natural Sciences and professor of drawing, which was also in a relationship with the French teacher if I remember correctly (we were all invited at the time by the two professors a party in the garden of their house were ... Plessis-Robinson! this is the first time I set foot in this city so at Plessis-Robinson in the 92 in 1970 and ... I had no idea that fate will bring me there years later, as also in other places where the spell is hard to get me back.

I said that I had probably met my friend Thierry around this time. But I think I did not know right away in my classroom, but in the study, since we stayed up late to class to finish up our homework before going ... Thierry did not father and his mother worked in a coffee shop Denfert-Rochereau, with elastic enough times: Thierry was recovered by a "nanny" who took her in his apartment already filled by children and others she kept . A place where he could rarely complete homework ... we became friends quite easily a few months later when he arrived (he joined the school during the year I think) and we helped each other as best we could on homework.

During this year, I remember having fond memories with friendly kids whose faces sometimes come back to me, and I've found some behind the cover of the little book we wrote together at the time, the twin brothers S, beefy D among others ... I remember that at a given period, we formed a small gang of kids curious who had undertaken to visit the basement and parking in the 15th arrondissement, Wednesdays or Saturdays as opportunities. Without touching anything, attention, we did not do any harm ... except shout to cause echoes and play thieves and police, as many children ... Well, we probably woke a guard or two asleep and alarms triggered some stores, but unremarkable ... except the latest escapade has earned us a hot interview with the main Mother of a religious school for young girls in which we were able to penetrate the basement, almost by accident ... the problem is of course that some rooms were not empty at all, and we are made to race in the corridors sister by a huge, black and white dress that got us a way to fold no Exit. You can guess the rest: while two of my fellow tour had managed to escape, I found myself with another in the office of Mother Superior angry and threatened us the worst evils and punishments ... but I remember have managed to make smile, explaining honestly our escapades without difficulty and not touching anything, just a game It made ​​us afraid and noted our names and school and we released ... we joined our friends but annoyed mockingbirds waiting further and then we decided to stop these visits, breaking a little as the group in passing if I remember correctly. I never heard about this story later, contrary to our fears to our parents and schools: the Mother Superior had the judge that we had enough scares on the spot I think! But I still remember the laughter and admiring glances girls we saw in this school ... it's also amazing as it often remains in the good or bad memories, those little details that summarize all ... a burst of laughter, informed look, a smile or a grimace, a generous expression or bad ...

The Adventures of Bacara

This is my first official participation in public company as a writer and as a literary collective work, from my 11 years hence. This little written and illustrated by children aged 10 to 11 years book is obviously in pretty bad shape but I will try to save already scanning the pages, although some texts start to become unreadable, besides fuzzy drawings and paintings past . It is possible that one of my co-authors of the time also recognize his work, he also still has its unique specimen and he will contact me ... we can always consider the best and try to save a unique work born of Education ... I add maybe a little too ... though ... it's as much a tribute to this great teacher, Mr Corneloup and randomly this exciting year for me, probably a "revealing" that fell at the right time after my sudden awakening writing (possibly initiated originally by my meeting a few months ago, I estimated that between 9 and 10 years, with this we can only call "UFO" ...). I found one of my little written about 9-10 texts - not very good or well built of course, and I also wrote several pages of this little book Adventures of Bacara unfortunately all kept by the teacher and lost to me.

Until something better, here's the cover pages of presentation and co-authors and a few drawings (not in order), the beginning of the text. The whole book has been digitized (the book had to be husked and each page and drawing laid flat) and everything is still quite readable. If a company Edition books for children is interested in a real book really written by children, she contacted me to discuss the possibilities. :

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© Yves Herbo and co-authors (1970-1971)

This little book is not within common facts mentioned as part of my overall evidence of the paranormal and all incidentals (religious and "alien" if any), but is useful to mention in the process that accompanied the events. I will publish all of the little children's book in the next page because it already reached its limits.

This year 1970-1971 was clearly a pivotal year of my life. My imagination was more or less channeled through writing thanks to this little book, and I also started to produce my first works (many lost unfortunately) and the beginnings of my first novel that I had to start early 1971, little book led by Mr Corneloup issue being finished writing and we passed the illustrations. This first novel is called "Four Immortal Aeons for a Rose" (forthcoming) and I wrote assembling at progressively months, a large number of writings are not necessarily following but assembled in order chosen final, has allowed a coherent story. I also proceeded well with the second novel, "I was a Cyborg" (published by Editions Baudelaire), which was written after parallel between 1972 and 1974. It is interesting to note here that some feedback I got from some readers of this novel are all positive (insofar as they know it is originally written by a child novel) and brought me some of their findings or "morals". In "I was a Cyborg", several people saw an epic adventure leading to a semi-religious allegory: Humanity, in its race for knowledge, making the same mistakes that other civilization of universe by creating his own God (the supreme computer) that will eventually destroy it, which will start a new cycle and a new civilization ... brought to reproduce the same model. For others, it is the problem of the Creator who is asked: civilization (and therefore ours one day) it may, by dint of technology and desire for expansion, conquest for resources and habitats become itself a "god", creator of other lives and civilizations? But obviously a "god" other destructive life and new civilizations? Others saw it as a kind of warning message to our current developments in Artificial Intelligence, successes recorded in robotics ... but in cybernetics (alliance of inert matter and living biological material ) and even cloning ... all leading effectively in the future to the real existence of intelligent androids and all potential hazards described in this novel (and many others) in a robotic control of Humanity. Finally, other, drawing a parallel with my observation of a UFO near, think this novel draws our attention to the fact that our visitors (aliens or "entities" dimensional, or entities of the future) in our physical universe particular, have a high chance of being as robots or androids, only able to "live" the thousands of years required to travel between planets in our huge reality ...

But you can imagine, during these few years where I found the time to write in my schoolwork and my children's games, it still happened to me many strange things, and significant in my view sequences. I warn immediately, it is (and I realize by bringing my memories of that period) mainly what I would call "strange temptations and sexual encounters." These scenes of my real life, between the ages of 11 and 13 years, may surprise some, but my belief in their strangeness is reinforced by the fact that I've never been one to live. I judge very surprising today is that they all took place in the company of best friend I had in this short time, Claude and Jean-Claude (I doubt because I know his father was also called Claude and Jean-Claude!).

Firstly, what is still pretty amazing is that Claude is suddenly appeared in my life, but I really remember the circumstances. I still guess it's just a meeting of two children, by chance, because I have not been to school with Claude nor study. Another parallel is that Claude (unlike Thierry) has no mother but only a father. In other words, I'm a boy who had an abandoned mother and did not know his parents, which was not raised in part by his own parents and whose best friends are only children with single parent!

At the time and in such small classes, the school always ended early and Claude and me we joined all purposes afternoon on Thursday (it was not on Wednesday at the time I think) and Weekend. Here's what happened, a normal late afternoon, while Claude and I were walking in our neighborhood in the 15th arrondissement of Paris.

We were walking towards Convention and more specifically street Peignot 4 brothers, Claude often take me from my home - my mother also loved Claude, who was very polite, quiet and charming, with her ​​blue eyes and light hair, the opposite of me on this. It is not against me to remember if I knew where Claude really lived: it has always been mysterious about his family, the exact profession of his father (man projects a priori, a big burly with long hair and Blonde I only saw 2 or 3 times in all) and home (I thought while living perhaps in a caravan or something temporary, something he may be unconsciously ashamed .. . or he obeyed the instructions of his father). There was no one in these small streets parallel to the St Charles, too, are surprised to meet suddenly, turning a street crossing, a large black woman who moves very slowly, like a little old woman, while it has a youthful appearance. This is a woman in her thirties (in my opinion), very large and beautiful appearance. I still remember his head holding proud, but his black eyes at once piercing and ... vague as confused and not setting a specific location.

She indeed very confused air, mumbling incomprehensible words and seems to wander aimlessly. Arrived at his level, it crashes before us and mumbling words with a horrible we decipher poorly accent ... I seem to hear in his words the word "shepherd" ... as we had to go through exactly the rue des Bergers, I point the finger at him the way to go: it really is not far. But it does not move and seems to expect that we may live in his address ... like we do not have much else to do, so we accompany him to the corner of Shepherds and show him the plate Street mentioning. Here, she looks at us with an insistent air, shakes his head and repeats word ... that we identify within a few minutes, startled by ... "kiss" ... needless to say our surprise and what we are going through your head at that time ... a pretty woman confused asks children not yet reached puberty (I was actually quite shortly after, to my 12 1/2 years) of the "kiss! "To be honest, we've only just discovered what looks like a woman's body through the magazines, the temptation to find out more is obviously huge ... but we know absolutely no place to take this woman - a nymphomaniac priori, or someone very lost accordance with our criteria mind ... and as she does not want us to let go an inch, I have the idea to take her to the apartment of a 'Friend' school which has a large family and big brother ... what we do. The big brother opens the door after ringing is obviously surprised by what we say ... "this lady looking for a place and people to love, we thought of here ...". But I admit it still reacts quickly - he is not alone and at least two of his friends arrive with beer in hand - and understands the situation ... he brought the lady and ... prevents us from entering just saying "thank you guys, but you're too small." And he closes his door before our disappointed faces ... When I saw my colleague school (I think it was Patrick B), I asked him about the lady and her big brothers. He replied with a laugh that his brothers had enjoyed ... but they had all the trouble to get rid of because it meant well settled in their home and live with them, giving its body in return! He told me that they had resulted in a department store for shopping ... and had managed to sow ...

Well, strange 1971 this confused lady meeting. Even more surprising: I met again and recognized precisely this woman there is not a long time, in 2010, in my own residence of Plessis-Robinson! That evening, I go to the parking garage where I park my car with my daughter Delphine. Left out of the parking, there was still at the time a row of chestnut trees on the lawn between the two chestnut avenue and underground parking. There petting a chestnut is a large old black lady, accompanied by a younger (his daughter?) And it challenges me. My daughter does not want to get involved and stay away as I approached to see what this lady wants. And here I am almost speechless at the beginning: I am sure: it is pretty confused woman who had made ​​us this amazing almost 40 years proposal before ... she was of course much older but its general appearance, port head and face were the same ... and it seemed just as confused as there 40 years!

Came before her, she shows me the tree and told me he is poisoned and he had to do something to treat the trees. It is a fact, all chestnut at this location quickly became "dry" and sick, and then invaded by a colony of red ants. I try to make him understand that I am not the owner or keeper and I suggested he talk to the guard who is in the 4th round chestnut avenue ... but she does not understand much, until that his daughter intervenes and begins to cause further ...

There he has a reasonable explanation for this? Difficult to see. But today, in 2014, there is a certain fact: dozens of chestnut appear to have been poisoned simultaneously at locations distant from each other, and were slaughtered in this residence ... without being at all replaced ...

Pelouseex marronniersl'endroit indicated where there were 4 or 5 chestnut is visible here just in front, where it remains empty lawn ... there was also chestnut originally left on the lawn also visible.

This happened to us then is much darker and difficult to tell. But I'll do it, by asking you to remember that these events occurred while Claude and I had between 11 and 12 years, and we just did not know that such a thing existed or could occur . Do not forget that at this age, it is for many intrepid, foolhardy see, quite a few thoughtful and did not back ... or bright future!

This happened Rue Saint-Charles in the 15th then, and precisely at the time next to my school!

At this place existed at the time a little long but wide open field on which remained the ruins of a house still standing a little miracle. There was a fence in disrepair front and a fence but above all, there was a large residence next door and ample parking ... which allowed easy access (over a low wall all accessible by the children of our small!) to wasteland. We would spend the majority of our outdoor recreation for a few weeks ... ending with an experience that horrified us and made ​​hate "adults" more than necessary for our age ... but we also made "mature" well course by symmetry.

However, I have probably had to take what happened to me the first time we ventured into the abandoned house as a warning - it was also almost certainly, I am now convinced. It was a one-story house in which there were still some gutted and worm-eaten furniture. The back cover was gone and the parts were exposed, a remnant terrace was invaded by weeds and debris. There was still a roof (very pierced in places) and a large enough loft or attic wood. Everything was pretty shaky with a worm-eaten wood carpentry and rain that fell directly from holes in the roof had ruined the center of all parts (five in all I think I remember). We decided to start by cleaning the patio and the front, right where a very low wall could serve as a bench and a large board table. While continuing our games gangster and police, our adventure games and prosecution with our fake guns or knives imaginary ...

During one of these games prosecution (we imagine many stories of heroes fighting against the underworld or monsters, etc.) and the desire to avoid each other or hide, I climbed the steps of the warped carefully staircase leading to the origin on the floor, but gave an empty: the floor was no longer there and elsewhere, the ground floor there was even more than the level of a moist chamber at roof pierced. The rest was well maintained by the thick frame and walls still present. The roof was directly visible from the stairs, and so there was a loft is easily accessible via the structure that formed a kind of scale. At this point of the back cover (whose walls no longer existed), the roof structure was strong and narrow, formed a sort of platform above the empty completely plunged into darkness. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and I walked on all fours and crouched by the passages between the roof framing who left the hall monitor. On the right, there was the first stage a little below. And then I had a big fear of my life!

There, in black and in the background a little high and right in front of me, two red and wild eyes stare at me ... worse under his eyes appear a white form that appears in the darkness. Everything looks like a sort of head with sharp teeth under the eyes and a vague white form below ... needless to say I've never come down so fast there afterwards ... I am as sick and came face to face with Claude who has "dropped" me directly ...

"The cow, there is a strange bug in there," I explained, detailing what I saw ...

Obviously, he does not believe me and will see for himself despite my warnings. I expect him carefully down the stairs ... and down again even faster than me, just by seeing the two red eyes gleaming in the dark ... he said he heard also a kind of growl .. . Taking our courage, we decided to try this scary animal out of its hiding place: one goes up the stairs making noise, the other goes through the ground floor below the position of the thing. Armed with a wooden bar and typing a thick near his hiding structures, we are able to react. We see suddenly emerge a kind of all little black demon with a nightmarish head, scurries and jumps directly from the top of the floor in the grass of the vacant lot and disappears immediately!

After consultation, we agree on the fact that we did flee a very thin black cat, which was missing the entire lower jaw ... horrible injury that showed his raw frame and upper teeth than alone. .. to be honest, we were both relieved to be rid of the animal and scary at the same time sorry for the animal, which was probably dying of hunger, unable to feed his condition .. . it was also asked if he was really alive, and if we had not had to deal with a ghost of the destroyed house ... hence the warning against following.

This little scary adventure did not prevent our return to the house in ruins the next day and thereafter. We even decided to make "our headquarters," our "club" and began to develop slowly. We cleared and pushed up to something in the wasteland. As we walked around the neighborhood, we recover the same old battered car seats (without their scrap) and we install in the rest of the facade, the roof shelter from the rain, we even recover an old abandoned wooden benches in a neighboring yard ...

But all our games and facilities, we did not notice immediately that we were under surveillance ... unhealthy. Until one afternoon, while we were busy to reconstruct an adventure of Rahan (and yes, comics Rahan were our happiness kids!), Quite a young man arises before us in the unexpectedly. It casts a beautiful dachshund who does not look very friendly and shows his teeth ... In fact, the young man is an indefinable age because he has shaved. Not very recently as a small pile is visible. He walks with a smile and asks us what we do quietly. With distrust, we say we assemble our little club and we try to arrange it a bit. He asks us if we lived there or in the residence and in this denial, he nods and just wonder if we will come back and if he can come and see us ... we dare not refuse him and he goes with his dog to the bottom of wasteland and through the opening that leads from there to the residence as (a large group of white buildings). We conclude that live there.

The next day, we come back with the new magazine Rahan and his surprise gift: the knife Rahan in size ... a nice soft plastic knife ... no tip and safe course. The young man appears fairly quickly, glad to see us a priori and even take an old stool that offers ... everything by sitting on it. He looks to be interested in the magazine, the bed a bit and seems to be wary of my knife and my necklace Rahan (necklace tiger tooth - plastic too) who still has the teeth of look sharp. After a moment, he asks us if we want to go home with him to see his dog and, as we strongly hesitate, it shows us that live there right in front and slightly to the left of us. Claude shrugs and when he said he must have orange juice in the fridge, we hesitate less. The start will go well with the effective supply of the suggested drinks, but when we settle down "five minutes" in the living room to drink with him, the atmosphere changes dramatically. The living room has a couch on which we sit, and a large armchair opposite. And there, on the chair, fixing us with a look of hatred and evil haughty, there is the dachshund who seems almost disheveled, almost ready to come kill us at the slightest movement ... a tooth beyond its left lip and it seems almost see him nervous permanently straighten the nose twitch.

"It's awesome, huh?" Is our guest entertained. The dog is in harmony with his master when he approached the chair, she sits up and jumped at the right time in his arms so he could put it on his lap sitting ... all in the same movement. I must say here that we do not conduct broad and can not wait to go ... and it reacts quickly reassuring us, ensuring that risked nothing, that his dog was a good babysitter but obeyed the finger and the eye. Me, I wondered who actually obeyed the eye in this apartment, and relied on an emergency basis for an appointment with the parents ... the young man was obviously disappointed our desire to quickly leave and we did promise not to be scared ... and back ...

We did not return the next day or for at least three days of family impediments to one side or the other, I remember wrong. But when we reappeared in the wasteland (I remember bringing mistrust knife Rahan), it has not spent a quarter of an hour before the young man makes his appearance, dressed all in black as last time. He looked nervous and almost shouted at us:

"I thought you were not going back! I was wondering what you were doing! And the Club?"

He was visibly upset and walked to and fro, as if we had committed a gross fault! Claude invoked family problems of his father at a construction site where he was injured ... one of the few times he spoke. Then it took place very quickly because it took us completely by surprise: he became suddenly violent, Claude slapping the back of his hand and pulling my knife Rahan hands. Surprised we were frozen and frightened by this outburst of rage suffers. He spoke strongly but without warning, giving orders as an officer. He made us sit on the bench in the shade of the building and sat on his stool in front. He threatened to steal my knife and demanded that I give him my necklace also: he said that it might be a weapon. Despite its promise, obviously not returned my knife but, on the contrary, bit soft at full tooth development and sank completely, causing tears. Suddenly, he asked Claude to drop his pants and then at me. We refused of course and got up ... what it reacts immediately by entering Claude's arm and giving me a strong slap his other hand, making me sit down. At the same time, he apologized and spoke in a softer voice, saying that we should not annoy because we had not come sooner ...

With that, he told us that it was not "dirty", it was natural, and that we should learn things ... and he showed us his erect penis in stride. Forced us to stroke turns a moment before asking Claude lowered his mouth to her sex ...

There enjoying her fully turned on Claude attention, I went up my pants and my pants and was saving me. He stood up and tried to sue me and I was spinning through the stairs to the dark place where it would be difficult to follow me ... but it did not finally followed me, and went after Claude .. . he shouted me down in vain, and that he threatened Claude yields and especially, do not bite ... he twisted his fingers from what I could see, and Claude finally said ok, if I was not looking ... I took it for a signal and postais me to a place where the ledge I could see tall. Sex and the type pointed he had a crazy look. He held up the head of Claude and tried to lower her sex, while threatening that he had no interest in biting ... I think I reacted in time and swung a ripped from the frame bolt the bald head type. Obviously startled, stood holding his head and dropped Claude. He screamed that I had to go down immediately if he rode it get me ... So tried to do my silence ... I hoped that almost happened. To meet me at the bottom of the narrow ledge of the attic, too small for there to pass, he had to go through the last rotten floor room on the 1st floor ... it was definitely spotted me (not much places either) and he passed where I hoped to do his weight drop to the bottom floor of a ...

Unfortunately (or fortunately depending), only his leg went through the floor, and he managed to extricate moaning and turned around ... of course, my friend had saved during this time and was waiting for me outside in the street ... the guy on his side, furious, began by stamping, threaten me and ended up apologizing to promise not to say anything if I stayed away ... stuck an hour up waiting it far enough to venture down hastily and do almost a somersault to pass the wall above in this place ... I finally joined him my companion, who had hitherto avoided to remonstrate.

We never told anyone this story later. You can guess why I think ... we had nothing to do there of course, and this experience was certainly not of those that tells parents ... I felt myself being pulled away with it personally and I hope also for Claude. The lesson in all cases was chosen because we did set foot thereafter ... we imagine the crazy, as it was called, the monitor window in the house waiting for us, and we strongly relied on disappointment ... Later, a teenager, I remember thinking that this guy was dangerous for any child, and telling myself that it should be flush ... but Claude had long since disappeared, taken by his father on another mysterious site probably at the time ... and life that, this episode is more or less removed from the immediate memory, as everything away in its own past. No need to look this sick today at this place, more than 40 years after these events, but my elementary school still exists, and where was this house in ruins! She was shot since of course, but it is there: the house was in the same place that this kind of trading shed, stuck against the school and leading to a wasteland blocks away ...:

Note that all this always happens in the same area where I saw this big silent white sphere and within a few weeks where I met Claude ...

And it's still oddly enough shortly after we met both a small American black girl on our walks.

We met this girl down the building, playing sadly only with a ball ... I do not remember very well the exact circumstances, but as it was very "no gene" and quick-witted, I think she convinced us to play a little with her ball. Shortly after, she explained that she was alone all afternoon because she and her mother had arrived there quite a few times America and his mother (she never spoke of his father) was trying to organize his new job and school enrollment and approaches simultaneously. We also learned that she was 12 and was therefore a little older than us, and asked us if we wanted to be good friends and come and play with her when they could be afternoon ... we have nothing questioned at the time, and it was indeed a little accent in speaking and she had a pretty clear skin to black, although thick curly mop and looking like a Jackson Five at the time. His French was perfect and she spoke much better than a number of our friends 'Parisians', very intelligent, open and smart, curious and innocent and very pretty though still a bit chubby by his age.

Thing we did so regularly, until the girl gets permission from his mother to take us to her house to play. It was really a small very curious and sassy girl, and I'll spare you the details of his insistence (successful) to see what looked like our "willies", how the boys went to the toilet, etc ... and she made good course discover the same things for the women ... first sexual games then, but it was quickly disappointed because even though I was a little more "advanced" Claude with down that grew, I was not even reached puberty Claude! It should be against by right in. (girls sometimes reach puberty at 10 years, boys never before 12), and the hours we spent in it (most of the time to play games after did some homework, conscientious anyway), she tried to find new sexual games but we boys were obviously not more packed than that this aspect of girls. We had seen his mother once or twice all the afternoon, in the evening if we left too late, for example, but what had happened: the girl had successfully unearthed a card game and strove to teach us strip poker around the large table in the dining room (and yes, this is a girl of 12 years who taught me both the poker and the principle of strip poker !) and we were claude and I already naked torsos, but I admit to being a little helped the little girl (I regret not remember his name) a little against Claude at the time - possibly less losing myself, of course.

It is at this precise moment that the door opened and the mother entered her mouth open ... needless to say that the clumsy attempts of explanation from his daughter were very little success, and we were out a quarter of an hour later, the shirt through ... the little girl in tears, the mother, who had gone exceptionally earlier in the afternoon and screaming, echoing still in the stairwell when we fled ... I remember that we made an attempt a few days later to see the little girl, but we fell directly on his mother always exceeded because it seemed s be realized that her daughter knew a lot more about sex than she thought ... if she knew that her dear daughter had spent a good part of his life (like many children?) to spy her mother and romantic relationships as she had told us she would have fallen more naked ... We no longer saw him again this girl I know (but a future meeting strongly remind me!)

As I recall, all this led us to the end of the 1970-1971 school year to 71 June so, and I remember that school activity at the time was a little accelerated, including the occasion of the festival season and the distribution of our small class book "The Adventures of Bacara" to parents of students and a few clutches of Education. There was also was filming a day in our class a team of the new regional chain, which I remember little part and reacts badly, nothing more ... I remember being can be disrupted by large electrical cables and the humming of the big camera, and probably be a little frustrated from not taking into account some of my writings for this little book. I see no other explanation for the time. Anyway, I saw on television a few seconds in effect at the time in this little story largely edited out (15 minutes for a shoot spread over the day!), Just like a interrogative end, you see a little boy sitting at a school table, a little frozen and thoughtfully looking at you straight in the eye before the credits ... it's me ...

I reached my 12 years so in August (and my puberty in these waters by the way) and I remember that Claude and I spent the first days of July holiday to play in the huge vats of sand placed at the time (and perhaps still matter) along the Seine by companies storage materials for the building. The tanks were huge and filled with several cubic meters of sand of various nature, purpose, thicker, some were sometimes watered it was too hot or it was the place to compact the sand. Us, we chose a tank half filled with sand thick enough to support our jumps and fights in this field often uneven, with real mountains highest points (under the weir sand) or created by the cranes that can pour sand directly in the cups ... of course we were very careful not to take possession of a tank near places of business assets (which were spread over all the quai André Citroën), but I remember that we received once visited a construction worker, who also was very nice and told us to keep playing there but it would still prevent the crane ...

Moreover, we have come to be recognized more or less by the people of the company, even from afar, and we never bothered practically (except once when the only available tank and "playable" was a little too close cranes and active weirs, and that shots sirens made ​​us evacuate the vessel as a precaution). We have completely abandoned this place also for reasons of "dislikes" and seem to have been driven (or our games) we were happening while exceptionally (because there was never anyone in the wide driveway along the Seine to the entrance of the company usually), a small crowd waiting for us almost to the point where the first tanks began ...

What made ​​them laugh and had trooped was a great guy with a helmet on his head, jacket but no pants, marching down the aisle with his huge sex horizontally ... I know sure now that this guy was suffering from a known disease, but imagine instead of innocent little boys yet we did turn supply (under the laughter of the company), never to return .. .

This third chapter will end sadly because if I remember correctly, I went on vacation somewhere in August (colony?) And in September, it happened a few days before my best and only friend then tell me he had to go away, following his father perhaps even in another country, with little chance of return ...

I think this is the first time my heart was actually physically broken into pieces, but it is a fairly common feeling which later became for me ... because beyond the pain and grief, tear it on love and final hope, the joy of having crossed paths and had a soul mate with whom the agreement was perfect and without shadows (other than those brought by ... fate?). I never saw Claude, but with that first little mysterious boy I mentioned above and Thierry thereafter, he met most of my memories of the time ... I know that I spend much time away from home when I can, and I spend my time writing imaginary stories that appear to me during our games and I read some comics that I get ... but I quote here a detail also important at the time my father had completed the entire collection of the encyclopedia "All the Universe", and I also remember having read and searched in my homework a lot, and have often laminated and discovered multiple answers to a few questions ...

End chapter 3.

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