I was right finally. Once again, I was stubborn and everything went well. I didn’t rest as I was told by the doctor yesterday. What happened in Angoulême was only a bad dream. I even so learnt some things. At the end of the week, I went to my doctor’s in Ormesson. He decided me to consult a cardiologist. My blood pressure was too high and my new drugs were not effective. Dizziness and blurry seesight were back. I got pins and needles black in my arms and legs. I was used to them since my childhood.

I felt a heavy threat, a kind of pressure which didn’t go away, as if all my body worked under duress, as if each part of it was using so quickly. I was often wondering myself if it was linked to the accident I had in November 1997. Totally unexplained and maybe the same I had on stage yesterday. I was driving out of the parking lot with my white Citroen when I embedded the car in a huge light post. The shock was so violent – so I was driving too fast, which I never did – my 2 incisors broke when they went through my higher lip.

After I was brought to the emergency of the Saint Camille Hospital in Bry sur Marne by the firefighters, the emergency doctor stitched me with no anesthesic for the scars, being the less noticeable. He thought the accident happened because I had lost consciousness. He recommended me to do some more extensive medical examinations.