I'm on the plane that takes me from Lille to Marseille, and there .... Boom, the first shock .. José Herbert, Pavlov's dogs ... We must say 2 words: On reading Pavlov, I also realized that it could not be that José Herbert, great master in contorsionnage real historian in soul, architect labsurde, eater inconvenient truths and disillusioned witness of our time, who could adhere as much to the universe 2097, my father's memoirs (my book) [...] NO Jai Vian loved in my youth, and I have found in Pavlov, all the laughter and the joys experienced during my nights of adolescent readings. Down with political correctness, the nice-nice, the agreed smile, regulatory and standardized fun and live the dune foul smell session with Mary, the Croque-Morte, oily big explosions ladies, met sessions jet parts currencies Moroccan poor hysterical purchases couscous Hot sauce, the écrasages by seals, ultra fertilizing holy chairs .... And m *** in pedometer, the construction vest, soap chips at picolomètre, the fruit-vegetable bar code to sneak cigarettes and m *** also to supermarkets, mass tourism, the media well in every respect, who say everything right ... i look forward to meeting you around a luxury beer in Cafete. I leave you, I have a book to read ... On cover, a Grim Reaper .....