Hidden under a seat or in a technical room, they survived terrorists. In front of the Paris Special Assize Court, Wednesday, they testified from the moments of solidarity despite the horror of the attack.
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Clarisse, remember this first name. The one that gives it big eyes of a clear blue. She knotted her hair goes up quickly in a bun that makes her like a funny flickering ball on the top of the skull. Clarisse is 30 years old, it is the fifth survivor of the Bataclan to testify, Tuesday, October 6, in front of the special Assize Court of Paris.
She says, “It’s hard to transcribe, explain what it is to cross death. I’ll try.” She’s starting to tell and we no longer coward the 24-year-old clarisse that just finished His studies, has not yet found work and between Friday, November 13, 2015 in the Battaclan pit. “With my best friend, we are unconditional rock. As usual, we joined the right side pit. At each concert, it is our place.”
The small flash of whiskey she spent on the mantle – “This is the system of mowed students” – circulates with hand. Clarisse looks at the faces around her, she always liked it to look at the faces; She sees only happy people, she dances, he begins to hot, she removes her jacket.
The flask is already empty, girls want to drink again – “Rock is music and good fresh beers” -; They wait for the group to start “a song a little long, not terrible, Kiss The Devil” to get refueling. At the bar, the pint is too expensive, it is necessary to roll up, they joke with the bouncer, tell him that they will look for money to the distributor so that he agrees to put them a buffer on the hand, they have planned to Search at the local supermarket.
“I tell myself what death of shit in a placo lodge!”
It is 9:47, they are in the locker room, “a deafening noise tears the silence of the street”, the bouncer has a backward movement, “it pulls one, two, three, four times. They are just There. Our only way out is to return to the room “. They separate, Clarisse runs to the right of the pit. “The concert is in full swing, I push people, I think I say” it shoots “but I’m not sure that the sound comes out of my mouth, I look at the stage and I see the guitarist throwing his guitar, all the World gets on the floor, it pulls burst on all sides. I’m waiting to make me shoot in the back. And I’m wondering: Will it be wrong? Flat belly, I think of my family and I tell myself that I can not do that. I’m waiting for them to recharge. “
Clarisse sees a relief door, approaches, other people follow her. “She is blocked. We tap, tap and the door opens onto a completely width bouncer. I’m in the lead. We climb a floor, then a second, I go to the lodge, an old lodge in Placoplatre. We are Fifty. We are trapped. I tell myself what death of shit in a placo lodge! “In the background, toilets. “And there, I have a James Bond Goldeneye flash. I put myself fucked the ceiling with punches.”
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