Trial of November 13: “That evening, in my house, twenty-one people were murdered” – Le Monde

Until then, the shooting of La Belle Equipe was only a scene of attack frozen by sketches, diagrams, outlines of silhouettes traced on the ground and twenty-two seconds of images filmed by a cell phone. Thursday September 30 and Friday 1^er October, it was embodied in the faces and words of the survivors. They led the Assize Court to the heart of the happiness of the past, of the terror during, and of the pain in which they have survived for six years.

Friday, November 13, 2015, Grégory Reibenberg, the owner of La Belle Equipe, was busy between the tables with Nicolas, the waiter. Chloe and Ambre had come as reinforcements, as they often do. The terrace was crowded, the interior too. The restaurant manager, Hodda Saadi, was celebrating her 35th birthday, surrounded by her brother Khaled, her sister Halima and her best friends. The beautiful team of La Belle Equipe in full force.

“That evening, in my house, twenty-one people were murdered. Ten had been in my life for years. Our enemies did not get the wrong target ”, said Grégory Reibenberg. It was he who closed the eyes of his companion Djamila Houd. Her last word was the first name of their 8-year-old daughter.

“Wax faces, blood everywhere”

Baptiste was ordering three glasses of champagne inside when the Kalashnikov bursts killed his best friends. Among them, Romain Feuillade, who was 31 years old and attended a theater school. “I stood next to him maybe twenty minutes, staring at him. So as not to forget it. ” After, he said, “All the funerals were at the same time. we had to choose “.

Amber was behind the bar when she thought she heard “Firecrackers”. She goes out onto the terrace a few minutes later. “I don’t understand what I’m seeing. I knew them all and didn’t recognize them. ” Camille was one of Hodda Saadi’s guests. She did not accompany Hyacinthe, Marie-Aimée and her husband Thierry when they went out to smoke a cigarette. All three were killed. She remembers “Tangled bodies, wax faces, blood everywhere. The only one I recognized was Hodda, in her brother’s arms, face turned to the sky. They were all my dear family, we had known each other for years. Hyacinthe, Marie-Aimée, Thierry, Hodda, Halima, Justine, Romain, Ludo, Michelli, I must live for them. Why am I not the one who died? ”

On November 13, 2015, Jessica shone in the middle of the “Charonnards”, the nickname of the group of friends she had gathered for her 24th birthday. The Charonne district is the epicenter of their young lives. ” Our country “, they joke. Roman, Jessica’s companion since high school, Julie, Nathan, Marko, Ida, Thomas, Sébastien, Eva, Meline, Victor, Julien had already arrived. About ten more were expected. No one in the tribe would have missed “Jess” birthday. Just after 9:30 p.m., Julie left for a few minutes because she was looking for a better place to park her car. When she returns, the shooting has taken place. Victor was killed. Eva, Meline, Ida, Jessica are seriously injured. In the Greek restaurant where she was transported while waiting to be evacuated to the Salpêtrière, Jessica meets the completely lost gaze of a firefighter. To Roman, she whispers: “I don’t want to die in a kebab please!” ”

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