Chapter 10At the same moment, 14,000 km away in Saint-Pierre, the capital of Réunion Island, two men were in conversation, in a small bistro.
‘Listen to this, Georges: “A man of about thirty years old has been found asphyxiated in his car. Apparently the man, accustomed as he was to a rather bibulous nightlife, fell asleep at the wheel of his car while the engine was still running. The police think the man knocked himself out in trying to get out of his vehicle; drunk and groggy, he remained unconscious and the exhaust gases brought his life to an end.” He must have been totally pissed!’ said the man with the Réunion Island newspaper, the JDR, ironically.
‘You’re not kidding! And if he’d laced his liquor with some of our local zamal d**g, to go on a little trip through the stratosphere,
