Audrey is now 20 years old. It has been six years since she learned to live without her twin sister, killed by the crazy truck of the Promenade des Anglais. She delivered an overwhelming testimony on Tuesday, on this unfathomable mourning.
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“We looked like two drops of water. She was my mirror. She wore my character and I had no secrets for each other. I was her intimate book and she was mine. It is the love of my life, half of my life. 13 and a half, it’s short … “
From Audrey’s first words, we know. We know that the pure and simple lyrics of this 20 -year -old girl will take us far, in a region known to itself. Audrey will share a mourning that few people can imagine: on July 14, 2016, her twin, Laura, was crushed by the crazy truck of the bombing of the Promenade des Anglais. The two sisters were 13 years old. Since that day, she has learned to live alone.
Audrey had given us an appointment, in a way. The previous week, the young woman had not come to testify at the same time as her parents, her brother and her big sister at the trial of the Nice attack. Tuesday, September 27, watching her anchor with both hands at the witnesses, right -looking, we understood why. She wanted to come alone, to stand in front of us, to show us that she had not disappeared in this unfathomable mourning which destroyed her family. In front of the Paris Special Assize Court, Audrey came to say that she existed and that if her sister still lived in her, she was not the ghost of the deceased twin that her parents sometimes saw pass on her face.
From her first words, Audrey’s eyes got worse, the gorges were knotted and the silence was made. Throughout her testimony, the young woman marked long breaths, sought her breath between two sobs, sometimes raising her clear gaze in the distance, very far beyond the walls of the Assize Court. Audrey is today a sales consultant in cosmetics: she followed the dream that the two young sisters had to open a hair salon when they would be larger and who died on July 14, 2016.
“I no longer felt it”
That evening, Audrey, Laura, their relatives and friends went up the Promenade des Anglais after the fireworks to go home. Audrey was walking with a girlfriend, Laura was just behind with her mother. “The last image I have of her is my sister arm in arm with my mother to say that they loved each other. I was happy, because the day before they had argued … I Am the first to have seen the truck. I hear these cries, it’s been six years since they resonate in my head. This crowd arriving on us and this truck that rushes, all shot turns. In the seconds that follow, I Meaning the wind of this resonant scrap metal, this truck that accelerates, and I have no longer seen my sister, my mother, nor my father … “
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