Candide: "How could you escape death, my good Master ?"

Pangloss: "In the most natural manner which is ! An enormous roller raised and transported me, in a few minutes, from the shore to the top of a high hill. The roller delicately deposited me among coconuts and was withdrawn calmly. There, a coconut inopportunely ran up against my cranium. My cranium resisted. In my cranium, my brain formed a large hematoma which maked me amnesic. My amnesia led me in a hospital. The hospital, at the end of a few months, returned me the memory. My memory enabled me to seek you. And to find you. With happiness. Who would dare to claim, after that, that all is not organized in the best of the possible worlds ?"

Candide: "You are right, my good Master. As always, your reasoning is admirable! And irrefutable!"

Pangloss: "Thus tell me how you have yourselves escaped with death. And what did it occured since?"

The survivors told him how they had been found, by miracle, at the top of coconuts in a motu.

Pangloss: "Ultimately, for you as for me, all is well which finished well in the best of the possible worlds . And then ?"

His companions undertook to tell him the events which they had lived since his disappearance.

Candide: "We visited a country spoiled by nature but extremely well supported by the international community, Bangladesh..."

Martin: "... Devastated by the men and periodically by the elements ".

Candide: "... That the international institutions help to leave themselves while financing the digging million wells..."

Martin: "... Priceless advantage, more one builds wells, more one cancerates the population !"

Pangloss: "It is alas inevitable that each medal has its reverse".

They evoked then the right and the wrong side of the island of Bali.

Candide: "It is the reverse of Bangladesh : a paradisiac nature, inhabitants in the unison and the "mads of god" who are baited with all to destroy".

Martin: "These "mads of god" or rather "mads of devil " are only ordinary men with their usual destroying passions. The man is not exactly a lamb for the man".

One came to contemporary civilization.

Fortunate Bigboss described the immense progress achieved in all the fields since two centuries and half.

Candide: "All new transport modes, so fast and comfortable : railroads, cars, planes, boats..."

Martin: "These transports are, indeed, truly miraculous. They have now the remarkable capacity to generate, without any difficulty, enormous railway catastrophes, tens of thousands of deaths on the roads, crashs, Titanics and gigantic coastal pollutions !"

Candide: "The radio, the television, the telephone, also make it possible to transform our wide world into a world village.."

Martin: "Where the masses, admirably drawn up by the media, are no more than sponges soaked with football, plays and ditties".

Candide: "... These media make it possible nevertheless to disseminate information and culture in the most remote corners of our planet".

Martin: "Certainly! The scum of the topicality and an unbounded televisual inculture".

Fortunate Bigboss, trying to interpose: "It is the glass half full or half empty".

Pangloss: "According to all that I hear, it would seem that the things much progressed on this earth".

Candide: "Yes. The population, for example, increased in a fantastic way..."

Martin: "... Six to seven billion individuals. This is completely marvellous. Small problem: the four fifths of them suffer from hunger..."

Candide: "... The great religions also developed considerably..."

Martin: "... It is exact. Minor trouble also: their usual intolerance and their fanaticism thrived not less considerably".

Fortunate Bigboss: "We traversed many continents, studied many religions..."

Martin: "Admit that the result is edifying! The more the beliefs are spread, the more they oppress. At the same time as the populations increased, their intolerance increased. The gods dispute believers like the tradesmen the customers. Each one recruits for its shop: Jesus for his father, Mahomet for Allah, Buddha for the Small and the Large Vehicle..."

Martin, disillusioned: "Believe me. The best we have to do, it is to turn over to cultivate our garden !"

Fortunate Bigboss: "And to ignore your contemporaries ? It however remains many interesting things to see for you on this earth".

Pangloss: "You are right, my dear host. We will not get discouraged because a few billion individuals was delayed on the way of progress ! Let us make confidence to the man and to the nature which, in its leniency, I point out it to you, saved all us the life".

The skeptic Martin had to line up in the opinion of his companions and the unshakable optimism of the philosopher Pangloss. They thus decided to continue to visit the small planet earth of the third millenium.