His room, where there is a strong smell of humidity and cold tobacco, is only around ten square meters.
To the left, his bed is covered in yellowed sheets, at the foot of which sits a TV, raised on a piece of furniture attached to a wardrobe.
Opposite, in a recess eaten away by black mold, a sink is leaking next to two electric hotplates.
The toilets on the landing.
No shower.
“This is my squat,” confides, without feeling sorry, Ahsene Amara, an 84-year-old chibani, who spent the last twenty years of his life there.
A discreet hotel on the corner of rue Barthelemy-Danjou and rue du Dôme, in Boulogne-Billancourt (Hauts-de-Seine), which he began renting on a monthly basis in 2001. Until cessation of payments after a judgment in the administrative court.
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