It is nearly 3 a.m. Thursday, June 30. Théo sleeps, window open, on the first floor of his parents’ house on rue Bernard-Vallot in Bron.
“It seemed gigantic to me”
Suddenly, he wakes up, opens one eye and discovers a man in his room. “I was lying down, he was standing at the foot of my bed. It seemed gigantic to me. By reflex, I shouted something. It has…