“I’ve been here for almost 40 years”

    “I’ve been here for almost 40 years”

    The previous municipal majority let a woman live in the technical room of the city’s illuminations. Rebecca Bernardi alerted me to this inadmissible and indecent situation. With Marseille Habitat, we have now allocated accommodation to him, ”tweeted Audrey Gatian, the city policy and mobility assistant.

    La Marseillaise found this lady of almost 69 years old in the middle of the candelabra of the lighting depot of the City, chemin de la Madrague-Ville, 15th, and discovered the situation of great indignity in which the former team had left her . Alone and until then forgotten by all, sick, Françoise, retired from the City, has lived for nearly four decades in this dilapidated outbuilding whose gutters are falling. When we tell her the happy news, she dares not believe it. “Are you sure no one called me?” Oh well, accommodation in the 6th, chez les rupins? “With 1,400 euros of retirement, already the concern seizes it. “Here, they took 144 euros off my payslip because in 2005, they came to take the measurements, saying that it was official accommodation. She knows that a leader broke the silence and revealed his dire situation to the newly elected.

    “We can’t say it’s a life here”

    “I started cleaning up in 1985. It was under Defferre, I returned with Madame Rapuzzi. I lived in Septèmes, I got up at 4 a.m. When I separated, I found myself one hand in front, one hand behind, I was offered to live here. I think it was in 1987, time flies. I was forgotten here. I am neither a babysitter nor a janitor. The big bosses didn’t want it, ”says Françoise, who was pushed into retirement last year, with a formal notice to leave the premises. “I was afraid to be homeless. I have always been straight. No one can blame me. I take care of everything here and that in fact, work. I collect packages from carriers. There has never been a theft with all the material in storage. And I made thieves and scrap dealers flee. I don’t know what they’re going to do when I leave. “When asked where she is going to spend Christmas, Françoise opens wide incredulous eyes:” I have never gone to wake up. I never went on leave. It’s my life, you know. Françoise has never been entitled to the risk premium that her colleagues who would not dare to sleep here touch.

    “They got me to lie”

    With road traffic and the insecurity of the neighborhood, its windows remain closed. The dark hovel she opens hurts us. “They never did anything in it, just a little remodeled when I got home and the water heater when it broke. There is nothing compliant here. The electrical system is from an ancient time. The neon lights have flickered, the toilets and the shower cry misery. “We can’t say it’s a life here, but that’s enough for me” she assures in the middle of a dozen cats that she will entrust to associations “except Nelly who is blind”. “How she’s going to do in the apartment, I’m worried.” Being kicked out haunted her. “I was like ‘they’ll kick me out like a mess if they have to’ when I’ve always been straight. They had to reclassify me but they told me to lie and I saw myself in the street. When there was the mayor’s scandal with his ageless councilors, I cut out the article and said to myself “if they kick me out, I’ll tell it all!” It is done.

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