![]() In front of them, human waves, dense and insatiable, crashed against the edge of the stage before rising up and shouting in unison. ![]() Their clothes were ripped and their fists raised, rage made the veins in their necks stand out. That evening, a concert in a small venue was being shown on Les Enfants du Rock. Because Leïli and Mina were asleep, I’d turned the sound off, so it wasn’t the music that struck me-but rather, the dangerous energy emanating from four young guys dressed in black, barely older than my sisters, strutting across the stage like they owned the world. ![]() The revelation came to me a bit later, through the TV (an old, poorly-functioning set left by previous renters and installed in our room by my sister Leïli), which I watched until late at night. ![]()
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