“
In this large room where a very strong smell floats, I approach, elbowing my elbows
, remembers Alfred de Montesquiou.
And there, in front of me, I see the corpse of Muammar Gaddafi, surrounded by those of his son and his main bodyguard
”.
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The reporter, then a journalist for
Paris Match
, went to Sirte just after the dictator's death. "
The Libyans were unleashed, there were a few people still trying to kick or pull out tufts of hair or nails,
"
the journalist
told
Le Figaro
. "
There was a physical rage, they all took selfies, touched him, mistreated him, it was impressive
." After 41 long years of dictatorship, the Libyan head of state is dead, enduring the hatred of the mob.
The day before, in the early morning of Thursday, October 20, a column of around forty vehicles left the city of Sirte, on the coast, the last loyalist bastion falling into the hands of the rebels.
"
Armed to the teeth, the
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