Marseilles
To enter the Oddo medical office, you must now show your credentials.
The iron curtain, which overlooks the small street, remains systematically lowered.
The patients ring the doorbell and then wait on the sidewalk until Dr. Ouichou has finished the current consultation.
When he accompanies his visitor, he only brings into his waiting room the faces he knows.
In this poor district in the north of Marseille, located behind the flea market, everyone now knows that the doctor, who has been living here for fifteen years, is going to leave.
"The Arabic phone worked
," confirms Hakim.
This merchant was present when the assault occurred.
“The waiting room was full, as usual.
Two young people we didn't know got angry, on the grounds that they were in a hurry.
They pounded on the doctor's office door, and when he came out to tell them to stop and wait their turn, they attacked him."
If violence has not...
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