2024-10-25 09:30:00
Hello everyone, faithful readers of these Maraudes
On Wednesday 16 October 2024, out of curiosity, I went to the Paris court to attend the trial involving Marine Le Pen in criminal court.
Rest assured, I will not give you here what my fellow legal columnists call a court report. It was just to explain why, after dark, I found myself talking, on the steps of the building, with a man who is a regular visitor to the place.
Attention! Not as a prisoner. NO. Like “just” captured, him. (1)
And after all, it is geographically that he often appears before the court, and not “in front” as a person who compares himself to it.
Here’s why and here’s how.
Clément (2) experienced a tragedy. However, as he himself states: “ But in my misfortune, I was lucky. »Oh yes! I’ll give you the short version. It happened in July 2023. Clément was walking on his bicycle, around 9pm, on Avenue de la Porte de Clichy, in fact. (3) And that’s where he was violently hit by a driver. The shock was terrible. Hit head-on, he was thrown several meters away. Head trauma, fractured pelvis, a broken arm and multiple bruises all over his body and face, to which is added the burst spleen which was diagnosed upon his arrival, fifteen minutes later, at Beaujon hospital. Only a quarter of an hour, because luckily for him, a good Samaritan was passing by at that precise moment.
YES. It is in this that Clemente, in his misfortune, was lucky.
Without Paul (2) on site, who knows how long it would have been before help arrived, if anyone had alerted them in time. To warn them immediately, this is what Paul did immediately after placing Clément in PLS (4), and above all after having also done this previously: extracting from Clément’s throat the tongue he had swallowed on impact, which made him made to suffocate.
It was Paul who told the anecdote to Clément, one of the first times (5), when he came to visit him in hospital, during his convalescence, which he did on many occasions.
« I realize that I didn’t do all this for nothing. », he had said mockingly to Clément, the first of many times he had stopped to inquire about his state of health. It was, my word, it’s true, a funny expression, to indicate to Clément that he was happy to know he was out of trouble. That thanks to the care given to him later by the emergency services, Paul had managed to save Clément from the clutches of the reaper. (6) At least to postpone the appointment that we all mortals have with her until much later.
And Clemente also told me that Paolo never wanted to accept anything from him as a reward other than the handshake they exchanged at their first meeting. “ The second! » he immediately corrected with vehemence and precision. Because even though he has no memory of it since he was unconscious, their first meeting actually took place on the evening of the accident.
However, Clément told me that, having insisted and insisted that Paul could offer him something, or do something that would make him happy, just to mark the occasion, Paul had the following idea.
« If you absolutely want to do something “to reward me”, as you say, do this: go and visit my father too, from time to time. And if you see homeless people, give them a little room. It will please both them and my father, and therefore me too. »
Go and find him where? At the Batignolles cemetery.
This Parisian cemetery is nestled between the ring road and rue Pierre Rebière, that is, a few decades from the Palace of Justice in Paris. As for the why and how of this idea that Paul had, the explanation was again provided to me by Clement. A Clemente then reproduces for me what Paul gave him:
« I was going to visit my father. He is buried there. I always go there quite late at night, and sometimes even in the middle of the night. Already to avoid disturbing the neighbors, and also because, in the evening, there are often homeless people around the cemetery. They come to enjoy the calm, on the one hand, I imagine, and above all because it is a place where, if they don’t make noise, the police don’t come looking for them. My father always gave a small coin to the needy when he saw one. So I do the same, just to perpetuate what we can somewhere call “a family tradition”, and also just to pay homage to my dad, in my own way.. »
Clément remembers it by heart. He passed it on to me as an act. An acting perfectly mastered in relation to the text and interpreted from beginning to end with the right tone. With emotion. The communicative emotion that overwhelmed Paul, I imagine, when he gave him this explanation.
Going to visit Paul’s father is a commitment that Clément keeps” scrupulously » he told me, as soon as he left the hospital. Then to proudly attest: “ I go there every Wednesday! »
And going to the Batignolles cemetery was exactly what he would have done on Wednesday evening, when we left the Courthouse.
Marauder at heart, I accompanied him to the cemetery. And, indeed, there were homeless people.
I’ll tell you about this in the next episode of our raid. So I’ll see you next week and until then, good luck everyone and thanks for joining me on these adventures.
1) the “freshly” catch: the expression comes from Coluche.
2) the names have been changed.
3) Avenue de Porte de Clichy, in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, is where the “new” judicial court is located. New in quotes, because five years have passed since its inauguration. April 1, 2019. An April Fool’s joke left in the stomachs of all those who put themselves to the test of having to present themselves, knowing that in reality they had nothing to blame themselves for. (7)
4) PLS: safety lateral position.
5) Clément doesn’t remember exactly whether Paul told him the first time he went to visit him in hospital, or if it was the second.
6) At the time the Death Star wreaked havoc, the reaper represented a terrifying being who came to kidnap the living with a blade.
7) « Putting the spleen in the court broth: worrying excessively and above all uselessly. »
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