Just and after the death of my father, a very strange Damme, will begin to appear and come to see me.
At the beginning and in the sky, then after, right in front of me, this woman, I did not know her and I called her, the White Lady.
Little by little, she will begin to accompany me in my life and appear, especially in the difficult moments, without even knowing, who is this luminous woman of incomparable beauty but who is the White Lady?
( Translated from French by the author himalayen )

I like to tell my adventures in my life, sometimes very direct, but sometimes also in the form of novels and others, because I always find much more thrilling, the stories derive from real facts than fictional stories? But as tastes and colors do not argue, then! Everyone to his own tastes.