The trial of the attacks of November 13, 2015 will open in Paris on Wednesday September 8, 2021 (read more). Eight Islamist attacks in less than two hours struck the capital, killing 130 people. During this evening that everyone remembers, it was not only Paris that sank into horror but all the French provinces. Almost in every department, the attacks perpetrated in the capital have left entire families in mourning and traumatized.
In Vienne, the death of Chloé Boissinot, 25, a young woman from Château-Larcher embodies this immense sorrow whose mother, Élisabeth Boissinot (read the interview on page 24), has been defending the memory for more than six years (read lower). The local child, the little one from Langevin-Wallon primary school, the teenager from the city of Fonrable, the former volleyball player from the Vivonnois club, Chloé, employed in a Parisian grocery store, had to blow out her 26th birthday on the 20th November. She didn’t have time. Murdered by three bullets from a Kalashnikov burst, while having a beer on the terrace with her boyfriend Nicolas (injured in the attack), November 13, 2015. It was at the bar “Le Carillon” in the 10th arrondissement of Paris. Here, fifteen clients were murdered. The next day, 200 inhabitants of Château-Larcher had spontaneously gathered in front of the town hall in memory of Chloe: “Today we share the horror, our hearts are bleeding …”, indicated a lady, in tears.
To the tears of the Boissinot family were added those of the family of Matthieu Giroud, associate of geography, killed in Bataclan. He was teaching in Poitiers at the time of the attacks. Aged 39, he was from Jarrie (Isère), father of a 3-year-old boy. His family resided in Paris. He began his career as a teacher-researcher in Poitiers in 2003 and defended his doctoral thesis in 2007. Doctor of the University of Poitiers, lecturer at Paris-Est Marne La Vallée, student in Poitiers of the Masters in International Migrations, he was a temporary teaching and research associate in the geography department. More than 500 people paid tribute to the professor, on the campus of the University of Poitiers. Another family from Poitou had been bereaved by the attacks in Paris. Raymond Moreau, retired Crédit Agricole executive, and his wife Josiane, an official who made his career at the prefecture, lost their grandson Franck. At the Bataclan, too. A public works engineer, Franck was 33 years old and lived in Paris. The Paris attacks also resulted in hundreds of wounded, including Erwan Lahrer, a novelist living in Mirebeau (read more). And the inconsolable pain of the survivors. Élisabeth Boissinot, who will attend the trial “once or twice a month”, has no illusions: “In the end, I will be more at peace because Salah Abdeslam will be in prison. But there will always be Chloe’s birthday, the commemorations of November 13, September 11, 2001, the Nice attack … So for me, it’s for life. It’s like Salah Abdeslam, I’m in the same boat, sentenced for life. I don’t need to wait and see if he will be sentenced. I already am … ”
Erwan Lahrer, owner of one of the oldest houses in Mirebeau – the Logis du musicien – is one of the victims of the Bataclan. The novelist was seriously injured in the hip during the concert on November 13, 2015. The author of “What have you done with me?” “(2010),” Autogenesis “(2012),” The abandonment of the male in a hostile environment “(2013),” Between all the women “(2015),” Marguerite does not like her buttocks “(2016) and” Why do men flee? (2019) refused our request for an interview, as he has done systematically since the tragedy. He also did not answer our questions concerning his presence or not at the trial, nor on his intention (or not) to become a civil party. The writer has delivered only once, under his pen, on the attacks of November 13, 2015, in “The book that I did not want to write” (2017). A step aside from the novelist to narrate a slice of real life, his own, in an apocalyptic space-time overflowing the Bataclan pit. A rare, hard-hitting book, whose incisive writing and salutary black humor make it possible to capture the fear of dying, the suffering, the anger and the slow reconstruction after the attack. On the back cover, Erwan Lahrer simply sums up this traumatic experience: “A mishap happened to me, which became a tile for the novelist who shares my life: I found myself one Parisian evening in November in the wrong place at the wrong time; so him too. “