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Francine Lamarche June 12, 2012
The author is the mother of a young 25-year old man who was subject to a search related to a break-in at the University of Montréal.
Thursday, June 7, 6:01am…
There is ringing at the door. That’s rare at this hour… But me, I end up hearing the knocking, and loudly, because I am already in front of the building’s main door, downstairs, with my coffee and my dog, ready for my morning walk. I see through the glass the shadow of several people and they are wearing the insignia of police officers… I am perplexed! Finally, I open the door.
We are at 3471?
Paul Red-Square, that’s here?
Yes. That’s my son.
Come in, ma’am, we have some questions to ask you.
I enter with my dog and my coffee. Shit, this messes up my routine. But I was scared that they would tell me that something had happened to Paul in China, and that he’d had an accident. Thankfully, it wasn’t that…