CALIFORNIA, SEPTEMBER 1984
Pierre was on his business trip to Los Angeles. He permanently lives in Vancouver, now he was coming back from LA to Canada by car. You may be wondering by car, Pierre had a terrible planephobia. If he just imagines the sound of plane, the classical chaos of any airport – he was getting dizzy, extremely nervous and even into bad mood.
Pierre was born in Quebec, his mother was Quebecoise and his father was from Calgary, so he had both british and French relatives. When he graduated from the University of Montreal he decided to go to Vancouver. Vancouver is a cute town, a strange mixture of Canadian and asian culture. Pierre is working currently as business representative of one important Canadian mining company.
He was feeling in the last days quite anxious because the deal he was about to reach with the American partners was quite important for him and his company. Finally he settled the deal, he was quite convincing. Pierre was a type of man, who is considered to be little talkative but people believe in him, because he is more into the action than into the words. He is quite serious, entertaining man who likes to gather with his friends in his house close to the seashore playing pocker every second Thursday, he rarely has been missing this important ritual.
He stayed in LA for more than one week, and now he was on his way back, he planned to get back to Canada in less than 3 days. He just left LA approximately two hours ago, he passed beautiful Malibu and Oxnard, and he was on his way to San Francisco. It was a sunny afternoon and he was feeling good, there was a very little traffic on the road, the weather was more than perfect – September has just started, it wasn´t hot nor even cold. He was feeling happy and relaxed and started to think where he was going to oversleep.
He decided to advance a little on his road to get closer to San Francisco and maybe stay there for that night. He wasn´t in a hurry, it started to get dark and he continued.
On the half of the road between LA and San Francisco he decided to stop for a while, to get some gas and have a cup of delicious Californian coffee. Pierre was always an extremely disciplined man, he rarely was having coffee with some dessert, but he decided to comfort himself. He spent at the gas station approximately half one hour and then he continued.
He started to drive again and passed approximately 20 miles of the road, he started to feel that the time was passing so fast and started to feel that he lost the sense of it. He was paying a lot of attention, but he was falling asleep – he felt that something rare was happening to him. Suddenly he was thinking maybe it’s the coffee and dessert that I already had and then he saw a huge lighting approximately 400 yards in front of him, he tried to slow down, but instead the car was accelerating more. The he lost the sense of time, speed and himself.
He was feeling like in the dark room, with white lights on the hall; he felt the next thing he had to do was to cross the tunnel, and let´s see what would be on the other side. He supposed that he was dead, and that he had to just cross the border to the other unknown part. He remembered the scene of the tunnel because his older sister suffered from the clinical death when being toddler. She suffered from a strange kidney syndrome, the doctors were not giving to her parents many hopes; everybody was thinking that she was going to die soon but none of this happened. Some years passed and that syndrome just simply disappeared.
Suddenly he was sensing a smooth relaxing voice approaching to him.
The voice was saying “ Don’t fear. Stay calm. You are not dead. There is nothing to worry about.” (to be continued)