“When I opened the apartment door, it was pitch black. Black smoke, “blows this pensioner, sounded after the frightening night he has just experienced, he like the fifty residents of this small building on rue des Martyrs-de-la-Résistance in Crémieu.
He returns to the scene of the tragedy as the sun begins to rise. With his wife, he occupied the apartment adjoining the one from which the fire started in the middle of the night. While he does not yet know that a father has perished in the fire, he comes to…