On Thursday, June 1st, 1995, my friend Eric Nutbrown lends me 200 $ so that I can perform a return in the automotive business. At 12:00, Eric came to drive me to Granby, where from I buy a bus ticket for Montreal. I want to thank him publicly because without this $200 loan, and without the divine goodness of madam Micheline Gauthier of Second-hand clothes shop Mex Enr, of 70, south rue Saint-Antoine, Granby, J2G 6W5 I would not have been able to become this luxury beggar, thanks to this three-piece suit handmade whom madam Gauthier gave me for 58 $ including a shirt. At 17:00, I am at the Place Versailles to recover my presidential shoes at my friend Raymond shoemaker of this centre of purchases which know me since 1984. Furthermore I use the cleaner of the place to make shorter my two trousers of clothes. I am therefore ready to confront the market of use it.

On Friday, June 2nd, 1995, at 09:15, I go to the cars parts Distributor UAP/NAPA at 2095, avenue Haig, Montreal, H1N 3E2 to meet mister Rene Primeau Sales Manager out there. Because with the notability that I have in the field, already misters Jean Thurso and Claude Joannette both Representatives for this employer consulted me, knowing that they had just made a reorganization of the personnel of division equipment. The receptionist points out to me while mister Primeau is at the Manor Richelieu of Pointe-au-Pic with representatives manufacturers since yesterday. Given that I take part by the hyperactive way to try to find a job since May 12th, 1995, I decide to go there by hitch-hike. I want to thank publicly mister Rene Rheault of the Centre Shell Lanneville Enr located on the street Hochelaga in Montreal, to have provided to me some plasters and one of his customers first named Michel which drives me on the other side of the Hyppolite-Lafontaine tunnel.

At 13:25, I must pay for the passage of the bus of CTCUQ to go to Beauport. At 14:10, I decide to take the taxi because the circuit of bus to have access to Mont-Morency falls is in 2 hours, expense 13 $. At 15:00, I hitch-hike again from the Falls to reach the Manor Richelieu. At 17:00, I meet an ancient customers and friends, mister Robert Rousseau of Industries Kleen Flo Tumbler Ltee, who said to me that there is no manufacturing representative there for now, while mister Claude Villemure, said to me that he works at the UAP/NAPA store of the boulevard of Seminary at St-Jean on Richelieu now. I really see one of the masters of writings of this congress mister Rene Primeau, this man acknowledges me, this man did not see me for 5 years. I am happy to see him again, how is it that this man points off the finger on my jacket by asking me of a babyish and scoffing tone: «What this is?!...» In front of the undesirable reception of this man, I answer him: «This, it is only the promotional pin of the business of one of my friends from Sherbrooke without more».

I want to thank mister Robert Rousseau and his wife for having brought me back up to the Mount Saint-Ann the same evening. At 20:30, I arrive at the Beauport Shopping Center finally. I also thank madam Nancy Nolan to come to pick me up after her job and to have accommodated me at her home for the night. This even allowed me to make acquaintance with her brother and his girl friend. Besides sensibiliser these people in my reason.

On Saturday, June 3rd, 1995, at 14:00, madam Nolan with her divine goodness even deposited me with her car at the Cartier Saint-Sacrament of Quebec. At 16:30, my friend Abdou Amidou receives me at his place in the High-City of Quebec. I am only lodged in it, because I am with three Africans who live on social security benefits, therefore below the poverty line.

On Sunday, June 4th, 1995, from 06:30 to 11:00, mister Maurice Grenon of Chicoutimi take me on board in hiss van (so called a pick-up truck). I want to thank publicly this old man for having supported me to have a lunch at L'Étape. He deposits me on the boulevard of the Kingdom and I did walked during two hours to reach the Arvida Shopping Center. From 13:30 to 14:10, I have a rest in this place, I drink a juice of mango and eat three grapefruit besides accepting a good piece of birthday cake from the IGA Grocery Store, then I walk up to the exit of Arvida. From 15:00 to 16:30, I went to Hermitage Saint-Antoine of Padoue, located in 250, sroute de l'Ermitage, Lac Bouchette, G0W 1V0, in four steps. I met Marcel Provost Father Superior Capuchin a friar (418) 348-6344, Fax.: (418) 348-9463. I want to thank him publicly for all the work that this man accomplished blissfully and to have lodged and nourished me from Sunday at the supper charitably until Friday midday. Because he acquiesced to my request, I shall succeed in changing the world all over this retreat place in this 800th birthday of this Saint.

On Monday, June 5th, 1995, from 00:00 to 02:30, I accompany the security guard in his round of surveillance. I came here to save my family without caring me of my food and my shelter. I worked during 60 hours to transcribe all contents of my electronic agenda on some paper. I phoned my ex employer Moog Canada Ltd to notify Mike Holland Vice-President in sales of my interest to serve the company again as I make it before. I did phone others employers who having a 800 hot line. I met the manager Denis Le Bel of the Hermitage and sensitize him in my story. On Friday, June 9th, 1995, at 07:00, I call my parents to wish them a good wedding anniversary. In this day I took no chance, I sensitized Marcel Provost Father Superior Capuchin by asking him: «You know what you and I are writers then I would like to give you a photocopy of my writings so that it be protected by Saint-Antoine, in case I would lose the original or whom one would attack me to take it away from me ."

On Monday, June 12th, 1995, 09:00, I am at 205, rue Montmagny, Quebec (Quebec), G1N 4T2 in the office of the Direction of registry to pick a form of change name there. Later, I go in the Mauritian region because several members of my family live there. I must establish out of any doubt that I am not the one that some people would like that I be and must understand so that the reason my father spread falseness on my subject since 1980. On Wednesday, June 14th, 1995, I write an explicative letter of our family situation to my aunt Jeanne Bourassa that I send «C.C». to nine members of my family chosen rationally by me, with on top of that in annex a copy of the card which I have forward by post recommend to my father a card underlining the holiday of the fathers. On Thursday, June 15th, 1995, I am in The knitted cap to meet the first cousin of my father, the abbot Claude Lacombe Catholic priest there. I share to him my writings of yesterday because I want to pierce the mystery.

The abbot Claude Lacombe remembered, he who is much younger than my father, to have seen in tears, the mother of my father. My grandmother Lacombe was at this time in a deep depression there because she had entrusted to the mother of Claude: «It is not odd, everybody in the city call us the madman's Lacombe Family.» Really that it does not have to be odd to make consider to be as such, because they brought into the world a family of 4 guys and 4 girls among whom the two of them are seen by psychiatric medicine from their youths. My father in all that, was surely the most gifted in his family, then his mother shut indeed most often on my father more often than in his turn. Where from the projection of the father towards his son.

This evening there, the abbot Lacombe offers me to order all that I wanted as food. Later, I fixed several workers of the company IBM, who came from the state of New York in their finding a shelter for the night by acting as interpreter in this engineer gas bar. Me whom was there to ask for a piece of cardboard to be able to go back on the road. At general surprise, I must gracefully have slept on this folding bed in this room of conference graciousness of the Motel Le Gîte. The following day, I am the ambassador of my province and my country because I have lunch with these Americans that I entertain and sensitize in my cause. This rest allowed me to meet a member of the personnel who inopportunely lost a member of her family by suicide because of the same pressures as me but too strong for him.

On Friday, June 16th, 1995, in this itinerancy hobo life I make a U-turn my look being attracted by a red point of the fatness of a ten cents. I am sure that one of these miniature cars, this one belongs am buried under this gravel. I belong to Saint-George de Champlain in 2km from the residence of my uncle Gilles Bourassa he is the first to see this red small Porsche. My uncle Gilles spontaneously wants to have me visit her maple plantation this afternoon there. In north of Saint-Boniface, he accomplishes my dream of April 17th, 1995 in accordance with what I lived. It is while I have say: «Uncle Gilles in two years my foundation will buy your maple plantation.»

On Tuesday, June 20th, 1995, I life my birthday alone in the city of Montreal. I go to the CUM Police Service, 750, rue Bonsecours, Montreal, H2Y 3C7 to acquire a police certificate signed by the agent #905 Edmond Babin. Later it will be in the Section of operational Transmission of GRC/RCMP, 4225, rue Dorchester, Westmount, H3Z 1V5, by the agent Martin Russet CVO862. Then, I sent a fax to the Vice-president of sales Mike Holland of Moog Canada Ltd as well as to my friends of the Restaurant La Falaise Saint-Michel. At about 17:30, having met my mother the day before, who had then said to me: «Your father forgives you for the card of the fathers holiday that you send to him.» I went to my parents house for the supper. I am proud to show to those who I like, my birthday present which shows that during my adulthood I never had been criminal in my country.

Devastates! My father loses the control of his mood and in front of me put down a gesture of ungratefulness aggressively towards my mother, in the back of his wife. I am leaving this home, because I am afraid of the violence of my father, then from the repeated request of my poor mother I come back in the home to eat this common holiday cake. My mother this evening there, washed for me all my clothes and I left sleep elsewhere.

On June 22nd, 1995, I post a letter to my uncle Gilles Bourassa to confirm him the interest of my foundation to keep his family maple plantation as heritage.

June 24th, 1995, in this night of Saint-Jean-Baptiste, I try to sleep in a park besides the Richelieu river at Saint-Jean. Do you have already tried to sleep with these mosquitoes? Conclusion, I did not close my eyes during the night as during my hospitalization at the Centre Hospital University of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE).

From June 25th till July 9th, 1995, I lived on board of a boat own by my friend Gordon Bruce, this dry dock boat for renovation at Saint-Paul-de-l'Ile-Aux-Noix. On June 26th, 1995, I send a curriculum vitae to madam Sally Flood of Moog Automotive Ltd.

On July 17th, 1995, from 06:30 to 08:30, I am in Dunkin Donuts of 5900, street Sherbrooke East, at Montreal. I delay my last 5 $ at 07:57, to the waitress Nathalie for the very good service and persuaded when I shall soon be hired at UAP/NAPA as Representative or Manager. Then, I walk on the Sherbrooke street towards the Dickson street, by intuition I change direction absolutely because the exit of these 4 cheerful women intrigues me. I realize that they were really sat down at the table in this Donuts place to spy on me because at 08:10, I saw them entered 5810, street Sherbrooke East, Montreal in the Office of the commissioner general of work in Medical Health for their work.

I go back therefore to the Dunkin Donuts to share my discovery between friends. I went then personally towards mister Rene Primeau to prove if he can become hurdy-gurdy connects up for me. At his big surprise, he gives me some candys as well as a false telephone number accompanied with a 25 cents to get rid of me by inviting me to go to phone publicly one of his working associate. I decide to cross in the mailroom, to phone without any cost, why did they sent the police there to take me out of this building belonging to UAP/NAPA. By the behaviour of mister Rene Primeau, I am now persuaded that when he was sales manager for Valvoline oil products in 1989-90, he took part by the active way in this conspiracy of which mister Myer Bloom was at the head to destroy me.

On July 18th, 1995, I am guided by the system to go in the hospital of my choice to have treat my feet of beggar. I chosen to go to the hospital where I was born at the Complex Hospital of Verdun. Because the doctor on duty refused to treat me, me who had 8 plasters by foot caused by blister on blister on blister + fungous disease (mushroom) + even athletic foot. Me who does not have eat for a day, it was 22:30, he refused even to nourish me. To my request the CUM police comes, I believed to force this doctor on duty to cured me. I quickly realizes that it was rather to force me to lay on a bed and to be tie up ankles and wrists during 8 hours without drinking or eating. On top of that, they injected me a unknown substance into my thighs by laughing, and invoking God to come to save his son.

July 19th, 1995, from 07:00 to 07:30, 2 ambulance mans drive me in the Ste-Mary's Hospital on the Lacombe street at the Mount-Royal City. I was in this last during 08:00 and they served me a meal there at 13:30. In the fact, of modern medicine, I have been therefore 24 hours without eating. Do they expect that I become attained with hypoglycaemia to favour my transfer in this called Douglas Hospital Academic of Verdun . Though it is there, I know from a well-informed source that a historical file concerning me would already be in file in this place to clean as all others. From July 19th and until August 25th, 1995 at the risk of my life I shall live at my parent's, for restricted risks I barricade myself indoors, that dissatisfies my father and his psychiatrists friends there. On July 22nd, 1995, I go to L/S A. Desautels Enr, 4141, boul. Lasalle, Verdun at 03:46 and 05:02, to buy from there some cube ice to allow me to pass from a hyper thermal state (min. 39 degree Celsius) to a state of hypothermia.

I finally slept from 05:30 to 10:30, my waking was violent because the virus which they had injected in me by laughing in the hospital of Verdun was very virulent attacking precisely to sicken all my digestive, rousing tract one very serious internal haemorrhage, my faeces were of a dark blue for the first time of my life. Having phoned the poisons unit which could make nothing for me, I entrusted my stunning history to this advisor formed by mister Jean Mark Brunet of products Le Naturiste JMB who recommended me in front of my state a bottle of Aloe in gel, some cabbages extract into phial and some chlorophyll. Expense 35 $, with 5 days of prayers invoked by me, God finally saved me from these monsters of medicine.

	- July 23rd, 1995 Discovered a job in Mont-Orford
	- July 24th, 1995 Loss of my job by Daniel Lupien
	- July 30th, 1995 CUM police posts 22 at my father cause untruthful receptionist CKVL liar (CRTC is worth for him threaten of death)
	- July 30th, 1995, 14:45 Pilgrimage Polytechnic of the University of Montréal - entreaty of these Ladies to protect me
	- July 31st, 1995 at the beginning of solicitation to accumulate funds for my Foundation by beginning with Sun Youth
	- August 8th, 1995 I discover how the Postman of Canada treats the mail of a beggar.
	- August 12th, 1995 Recovery of my writings in the Lake Bouchette
	- August 16th, 1995 Arrest by security Garda of UQAM handcuffed for 45 minutes - CUM police causes liar of death threat
	- August 25th, 1995, 01:00 Departure from Verdun by bicycle for 4444km towards Florida
	- September 7th, 1995 1 000km between 2 historical places separated by 2km at Saint-Germain of Kamouraska

On Sunday, September 10th, 1995, at 19:00, I arrive at the airport of Natasquan, then I am received by my friend Sylvain Deraps. At 20:00, I am in the bar L'Horizon of Aguanish belonging to my friend Pauline Deraps. Already at 22:30, the Montagnais of the Pointe-Parent Reserve, mister David Ishpatao in front of mister Pascal Mestokosho and two Montagnais of the Reserve La Romaine as well as all my friends presents there give to me a bracelet of friendship. In front of this David's unforeseen and unprompted gesture, I must have gone of my smartness there, I took 6 wooden sticks then that they use to toss coffee, to support the ice, or else to create of our inspiration. It is now written on each: «L'HORIZON D'AGUANISH LE 10 SEPTEMBRE 1995 22:30» and «MERCI BRACELET D'AMITIÉ en plus de ma signature». I give 4 to the Montagnais and glue together the 2 others on the wall near the cash. Paul Lalo, Montagnais of La Romaine, asks me to glue his underneath mine what forms a triangle to represent a tent. Here is with which fastness I make friends because I want to be very sincere.

I am one of the servants of Jesus Christ our Saviour which returns it to me very well. 

On September 11th, 1995, at 15:10, I meet the elder of the village of Aguanish Honorable Edmund Deraps who announces me whom he will celebrate theseis 96 years on Monday September 18th. After that I sensitize him in my cause, I kindly ask him to bring me some paper to be written. I agreeably surprised barrel to see him arriving with a letter which asks «I support the special action of International Amnesty so that the usage of torture in Turkey ceases». In the endorsement of this letter, I write then and from middle the same thing at the top: «Aguanish September 11th, 1995, 15:10, To Mr Edmund Deraps for these 96 years of September 18th, 1995. Long life in this region of natural resources, to this man who will be a hundred-year-old one day. Signature of the president founder and Controller of Serge Bourassa-Lacombe Foundation.»

September 12th, 1995, at 11:35, I gives to my friend Pauline Deraps a laser reproduction of my fetish necklace which I even bought in Florida at the beginning of December, 1991 and which I carry since this time. I promised to my friend that I shall give her this one having taken back up to the artisan Seminole who will make me then an other one. Madam Pauline Deraps as some of my friends knows that: «It is in the fruit that we know the tree.» and realize now that I am near a divine crop, thing deserved well considering this laboured work. At about 14:00, I went with my friend Sylvain Deraps to Montagnais Reserve of Pointe-Parent (Natasquan) to meet David Ishpatao there, to ask him to necessary help me to see my sweater representing the ideology of my foundation embroidered by the hands of a Montagnais. And, I learn that his mother madam Mariana Gregory is embroiderer.

I shall leave this splendid region therefore with a curly hair, the only artifice in me, I want to thank madam Michele Deraps for this humanitarian gesture. I see as days cross that with the Force of courage which lives in me that my foundation will take a lot of importance even if his President-founder and controller live like a hobo manner for 142 days. People of Aguanish will have allowed me to compose this letter in a haven of charming peace, far from everything: ass-hole, lout, boor, pignouf which would have prevented me from working this letter of 100 hours in composition only.

I want to thank very much the people of; Aguanish, Baie-Johan-Beetz,Havre Saint-Pierre, Natashquan and Montagnais Reserve of Pointe-Parent. I also greet people of; Aylmer Sound, Blanc-Sablon, Brador, Chevery, Forteau, Harington Harbour, Kegaska, La Romaine, Lourdes-de-Blanc-Sablon, Middle Bay, Mutton Bay, River Saint-Paul, La Tabatière, Tête-a-la-Baleine, Le Vieux-Fort and I urge our political decision-makers not only to link up Havre-Saint-Pierre with Pointe-Parent but to link up also Pointe-Parent with Middle Bay, to favour this County of Duplessis too much for a long time denigrated by these forefathers decision-makers. Furthermore I dare to hope that continuity of 138 considered by the Ministry of Transport as being one of our main roads, will be extremely asphalted for the good of all.