Now I'm throwing myself off the Pont Neuf and attempting an exceptional swan dive. I'm swimming in the Seine and I'm coming Paris. Right now it's the magical hour, the blue hour, the hour when the city of light shares the dawn with Madrid and Vienna. Swimming up the river streams, utterly naked, I swim towards the galactic paths of the Pacific... Tired, my forehead bathed in a mist, I lie on the crest of a wave that spills its foam in the coral sea and leaves me on the sands of the Guinean ...