Each year, come July, my body becomes even more fragile and vulnerable than usual for having fallen, one year on the 21st, under the spell of threats from a dangerous and repeat sexual predator. On this day, even more often than usual and without warning, painful memories arise.
Strange twist of fate ...
July 11th 1990, early evening, I miss a guitar lesson at Federico's. For once, I don’t get the blues.
The conflict which began earlier that year between the Mohawks and the administration of the town of Oka, takes a new dramatic turn. Corporal Marcel Lemay of the SQ police is mortally wounded.
Strange twist of fate ...
It is impossible to get back home from my son's daycare located on Oka Road in front of the Saint-Pierre school. Stopped at a police roadblock erected a few minutes earlier by the SQ and nearby le rang Sainte-Sophie, I am horrified.
The violence of automatic weapons pointed at people is incredible. I am powerless. At the sight of those same guns now looking at us, of apprehensions I shudder. I no longer hear nor see but cries and weapons ... and... insidious body memories flashing back at me.
Strange twist of fate... it is the beginning of a siege.