Death of Grichka Bogdanoff: his agent, Damien Nougarede, makes a heartbreaking statement

A page turns. While the funeral of Igor and Grichka Bogdanoff took place at the Church of the Madeleine, they were buried in the Gers, in their native village. An unbearable farewell for their agent, Damien Nougarede, who paid a poignant tribute to Grichka.

The entourage of Igor and Grichka Bogdanoff still don’t believe it. This Wednesday, January 12, the two brothers were buried in the strictest privacy in Saint-Lary in the Gers. A place that is dear to them since it is the village of their birth. The family and friends of the twins were therefore able to pay tribute to their memory one last time after a public funeral at the Madeleine Church in Paris. On Monday January 10, many fans were able to attend the religious ceremony organized for the two scientists, dead six days apart consequences of Covid-19. A very moving moment especially when the two coffins arrived together in the enclosure of the parish. The two men will in fact never parted, until death. So they leave a great void as their fusional relationship took up space.

If relatives of Igor and Grichka Bogdanoff are still in shock of their disappearance, their agent, Damien Nougarede, saw these absences very badly. After years of collaboration and especially friendship, it is impossible for the latter to resolve not to see them again. On Facebook, the day after the funeral at the Madeleine church, the one who was very close to the two brothers paid a heartbreaking tribute on her Facebook account to Grichka Bogdanoff, “Grichou“, as he fondly called it. It was sitting at his desk that he had some very touching words for his “brother“ with which he used to spend long moments of complicity.

“I can not believe it”

“Tonight, heavy tears mingle with beautiful smiles… This is paradoxical, he confided in a long message. It is 4:05 am; classic schedule in our galaxy. I am here, at your place. Sit at your desk. This setting where your soul has transcended so many words. There is this armchair in front of me from which you were playing Forbidden Games or humming Yesterday. As usual, the cloudy apple juice, the scones, the Marco Polo with milk are there. But they don’t quite taste the same anymore. (…) I pinch myself, I find it hard to believe: you are no longer where you were but you live wherever I am. I explode with laughter: you just gave me a failed magic trick once again, which turns into a super-joke. My imagination plays with my memories. The echo of your voice misses that of my soul… This lower world, this passage, lacks enough colors, don’t you think ?! With you, it was a patchwork of emotions. We felt ourselves growing wings“.

Prolix, the agent adds: “It is well known, nothing can resist a Bogda, so when they are two … or even three since I was your brother, the clouds had better behave: with a simple wave of the hand, a fiery sun is restored. I just got it : you only passed in the next room. You are you, I am me. What we were to each other, we still are. The string is not cut… You wait for me. You’re not far, just across the road. So all is well“Heartbreaking words.