The young girls walk in groups, the smallest ones hold hands with the big sisters. The schoolgirls run from one side of the sidewalk to the other, watching for the arrival of a friend, commenting on the outfit of another, popping a bubble of chewing gum.
“Inch’Allah, there are people!”
The entire Sablons college is there - we are in the middle of school holidays, but there are not many families leaving in April.
If all generations meet in front of the MJC of Viry-Châtillon, this Friday afternoon, for the white march in tribute to the young Shemseddine beaten to death at the end of school, the middle school students are by far the most numerous, like if the whole playground came to mourn their missing friend.
Some were friends of
“Shems”
, others less so – almost all of them knew him, by sight, at least. He was
“the guy with the smile that we saw in the corridors
,” whispers a girl the same age as him: fifteen.
“Frankly it’s hot, it’s…