When a Belgian industrialist is diagnosed with cancer and told that he doesn't have long to live, he decides to bet his fortune on Prof. Zirkovsky's research. He convinces Zirkovsky to quit his teaching position in Brussels and set up a laboratory in Charlerois, a small town, in order to conduct experiments with monkeys.

When Zirkovsky's research shows the first signs of success, animal-rights activists demand him to abandon his experiments. A series of violent attacks against the lab lead the industrialist to call his insurer, Alfred Grail, a Vietnam veteran living in Switzerland. What Alfred Grail will find in Belgium will shake his beliefs and make him change his life.

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From Chapter 3

On her sixth birthday, Juliette Rooij had stopped speaking. It had happened without warning, threats, or tears. As of that day, Lana Rooij had never heard her daughter say another word.

Lana had consulted doctors and done everything to encourage her daughter to speak again. Every evening, she kissed her gently to bed, wishing that life was the same as before, but every morning, Juliette's silence broke her heart.

"The girl misses her father," a child psychiatrist had diagnosed. Maybe he was right, but Lana Rooij had no idea who Juliette's father was, for in Lana's past, there had been many men.

Juliette was a very intelligent child who absorbed knowledge with passion, but refused to answer whenever she was questioned on any subject. When Juliette made drawings, it was always the same picture. On top of the page, a sun whose rays burned the page from end to end. Under the sun, a house with a balcony.

A woman and a little girl stood on the balcony. Both had long blond hair and wore skirts. On some drawings, Juliette drew the girl's eyes with such intensity that her pencil pierced the paper. On others, it was the woman's eyes. The woman and the girl never smiled.

Lana Rooij had placed one of Juliette's drawings beside the bathroom mirror. Day after day, she stared at the woman and the girl on the balcony, wondering why they didn't move, why they didn't speak, what they were waiting for.

From Chapter 5

"Vietnam will make a man out of you," his father had said to Alfred Grail on Alfred's seventeenth birthday.

His reaction had shocked his parents. "I'm not going to Vietnam. I want to be an artist."

"An artist," his father had replied, "what a silly fantasy."

"An artist," his mother had reacted, "my poor child will starve."

Months later, Alfred had unexpectedly changed his mind, but he had never told his parents why, he had never told anybody. The reason had been a sixteen-year-old girl named Marylou Rose Parker.

Marylou was not beautiful, she was not even pretty, but she knew how to listen.

One summer afternoon, when Alfred was alone fishing in the nearby river, a girl had walked to him and stood still at his side. She was Marylou Rose Parker.

"Why do you like fishing?" she had asked.

"Because I like to look at the water," Alfred had answered.

"Do you catch a lot of fish?"

"Two or three each afternoon, but I throw them back into the river."

The girl had gone home two hours later, but she had returned the following day."What do you do when you're not fishing?"

"I read comics."

"And when you are not reading?"

"I draw."

Marylou had been the first person to see Alfred's drawings. He had feared what she would say, for she was a girl, and girls could not draw. She had looked at the sheets of paper covered with lines and shadows, images distilled from Alfred's dreams.

She had said nothing, but she had nodded, as though she understood. It was only then that Alfred had begun to talk, abruptly at the beginning, enthusiastically as he went on, whispering as the night approached. Marylou Rose Parker had listened to him all the way.

As of that moment, the two had become inseparable.

About the Author: JOHN VESPASIAN writes about rational living and is the author of the books "When everything fails, try this" (2009), "Rationality is the way to happiness" (2009), "The philosophy of builders" (2010) and "The 10 principles of rational living" (2012). He has lived in New York, Madrid, Paris and Munich. His work reflects the values of self-reliance, tolerance and entrepreneurship.

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From Chapter 12

Jules Corso was sitting in the garden behind his house, when he heard the doorbell ring. That Sunday afternoon, he had sent the maid home because he was not expecting visitors.

Only Adele was inside the house, in the living room. Watching TV seemed to calm her down. Sitting motionless on the sofa, she could stare at the moving images for hours, while she repeated from time to time random sentences that she picked up from the dialogues. Alzheimer had turned Adele's mind into an endless loop without logic nor direction.

When Jules Corso opened the front door of the house, he faced Albert Farnese, a young police officer whom he knew vaguely.

"We have brought your wife back," announced Farnese.

His colleague, Michel Brin, had remained in the police car parked at the curb in front of Corso's house. A woman was sitting on the back seat of the car. It was Adele.

"But she was watching TV," retorted Corso surprised.

"A neighbour called," Officer Farnese went on. "She saw your wife wander along the road."

The police officer was visibly embarrassed. In two weeks, Jules Corso might be elected mayor of Charlerois and, indirectly, he would become his boss. For sure, Corso would not want people to know about his crazy wife. Farnese saw him run from the house to the police car, open the door, and embrace his wife.

Michel Brin, the officer who had remained behind the steering wheel, got out of the car and helped the woman step out. She had dirt and blood on her face.

"She was lying on the ground when we found her," Officer Brin explained. "She must have fallen."

He did not tell Corso that they had found his wife kneeling on the grass beside the road, crying and talking to herself. Michel Brin fixed his eyes on the house in front of him. He could not bear the sight of Corso's suffering, as he held his wife in his arms beside the police car.

"Do you want us to call a doctor?"

"There is no need," replied Corso.

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped Adele's face clean, but she began to cry again.