It was five years ago, to the day, on March 22, 2016. Janet and Fred line up at Brussels airport, in the check-in queue.
"
We walked slowly, we chatted, totally oblivious ...
" she wrote a few years later.
When, suddenly, their life changes, as well as that of all the travelers around them.
A suicide bomber, three or four meters away, decided to destroy their daily life and their plans for the future by simply activating the deadly device carried in his luggage.
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Five years have passed, and Janet's memory is as vivid as it is fragmentary: a few pictures, a deafening noise, and that's almost it.
Then, after regaining consciousness, this time she clearly remembers the chaos, the confusion, the mutilated bodies, the gaping wounds, the cries, the sobs.
The horror for her took on a face that day: that, mutilated, of her bloody husband.
By publishing the story of this fatal day in the Editions du Passeur, but also of
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