To find out who are my traveling companions, whence they come, where they go, is that not the duty of a special correspondent in search of interviews?
I will begin with my neighbor in front of me.

That will not be difficult, I imagine.

He is not dreaming or sleeping, or looking out on the landscape lighted by the last rays of the sun.

If I am not mistaken he will be just as glad to speak to me as I am to speak to him--and reciprocally.
I will see.

But a fear restrains me.