Sitting at the edge of a buttock red sofa Michèle Lesbre. No more. Even if I went after that novel which I enjoyed writing, I held on the edge of the text, trying in vain to light promised by the back cover. Too little emotion in those outlined just relationships, only counts the journey and not the places visited or person to achieve. Banal idea in truth, already repeatedly addressed. Although the author avoids clichés, I stayed on the dock and have not boarded after him ... It remains for me to read good old Blaise Cendrars to recapture the magic of the Trans-Siberian ...