I call him Boulogne-sur-Mer. I introduce myself and ask him if he would be willing to talk to me about the man whose address book I found. He reacts violently:
He yells. I hang up. Why did that man refuse to understand me, to listen to me? I can;t take his refusal. I should have explained to him that I don’t want to hurt Pierre. Suddenly, I am afraid of what I am doing. Pang of consciousness. But I must continue. I will beg his friends to talk to me.