Our special report 13 November
Marylin, injured at the Stade de France: the impossible life after
Aca and Vladimir: "Six years later, we are the living dead"
In Petit Cambodge, Aristide and Alice carried by incredible courage
At La Belle Équipe, Juliette's first and last meeting with Cédric
At the Carillon, "death, I can feel it behind me"
At the Bataclan, "I'm going to die, I'm 24"
The incredible face-to-face between Guillaume and one of the Bataclan terrorists
With the "miracles" of the Bataclan corridor
"We were just happy": Aurore and Aurélie each lost their companion
The ordeal of the broken mouths
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all of our hearing stories
"I call to the bar ..." More than 300 times between September 28 and October 29, President Jean-Louis Périès invited a civil party to the trial of the November 13 attacks to join the desk of the Assize Court specially composed of Paris to come and testify.
A figure then advanced in the corridor between the bays, leaving the box of the accused to his left.
Most often alone, sometimes accompanied, most of them had for support the pages of a carefully considered text held in hand.
Under the gaze, the words of these anonymous then surged: a flood of intense suffering, intimate, telling "their" November 13, the life before and after.
Each time, a face has emerged: that of a “miraculous” survivor of the killings at the Stade de France, the Parisian terraces or the Bataclan;
that of a bereaved parent or an orphaned child.
The faces of the dead have also emerged - those absent, a photo often displayed on the screen, luminous, during a eulogy with religious accents.
In the room, the silent tears of all who listened to these heartbreaking stories - from court staff to interpreters or lawyers - often flowed.
Ours too.
"No hate, no forgiveness"
Legal chroniclers at Le Parisien, we provided four, together or in relay, the coverage of these five weeks dedicated to the testimony of victims. However, lapped in the assize trial, we share this feeling: this intense sequence of testimonies has proven to be exceptionally strong. No, the trial has not only become the receptacle of endless pain. What was expressed made it possible to better understand the violence of the attacks, their precise progress, and to grasp this particularity of terrorism: it strikes blindly and its echo devastates well beyond its only targets, for example. "Ricochet" and in time.
Those he targeted that night could have been all of us.
Their words made us smell "the smell of blood and gunpowder."
Touching their scars, their wounds sometimes still raw.
Feel the abysmal loneliness of their reconstruction.
To glimpse their “community”, its solidarity and its humanity.
“No hatred, no forgiveness”, expressed the majority of the victims, worried that their testimony constitutes “a stone in the building” of a historical and collective account.
Every day we had to choose among the stories.
Those of Maya, Clarisse, Aurélie or Gaëlle reflect in any case what this time of audience has opened: a formidable window on what man has greatest and what he is capable of, even at the worst. moment in its history.