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Joy
and silence falls, it thickens,
frightening, I am afraid that
Rédoine will put a bullet in his
head because he is sweating
and he has smoked too much,
but Ange spreads out in one
go and everyone screams
because he’s now handling,
their arms drawn tight, they
approach each other again,
each one keeping aim on the
other and everyone screams,
the girl more than the other
but they don’t hear a thing,
they don’t see a thing, they
don’t see that she has started
running at them.
Was it in me or in the sky
that
something
darkens
when I grab the gun? Does
my scrambled vision prevent
me
from
understanding
Rédoine’s actions? Is it that
plane that is flying abnormally
low and throwing a shadow
on the parking lot and on the
world? I don’t know but I fire,
I fire to shut them up, I fire
and fire again, I don’t know
how many times, but each
time it prevents him from
getting back up, he bounces,
arms flying, I fire to stop the
madness and I know there
will never again be silence.
PART 2
1
The judge asks me why I fired
so many shots at an unarmed
man and I have a feeling of
déjà vu. She repeats her
question and I don’t know
how to respond. Anyway,
the exchange is difficult.
At the bottom of my box,
surrounded by bulletproof
glass, I have trouble feeling
involved in the conversation.
Sometimes she has to repeat
herself because the sound is
bad; there is interference in
the tiny loudspeaker above
my head. When I respond, it’s