Montreux is very calm, in this off-season where faux fur plaids rub shoulders with the first ice creams on the terrace. On the quays of the small Swiss town, a biblical kiosk is making a discreet place between the multi-star hotels and walkers photographing a lover, a tree, a dog. As often, the important thing, on the shores of Lake Geneva, is the background.
Behind the statue of Freddie Mercury, the rue du casino has also regained its tranquility. An engine hums suddenly, with the cheekbones of its prestigious brand. Without him, we would almost have missed this modest tribute, at the foot of the first palm tree. A passer-by shakes her head at the stuffed elephant lying there, accompanied by a few flowers and candles. ” What a pity. » On Thursday March 24, five people, including two children, fell from a balcony on the seventh floor. A fall of more than twenty meters, just in front of the casino. Only the teenager survived. Tuesday, March 29, he was still in a coma.
The thesis of collective suicide is now favored by investigators. According to witnesses, the five members of this French family jumped one after the other, in the early morning, within an interval of five minutes. The mother and her 41-year-old twin sister, the 40-year-old father, the 15-year-old boy and the 8-year-old girl. A stepladder was found on the balcony. Without a trace of a struggle or a scream heard, and no one else in the apartment. What happened in this family camera in the heart of Montreux?
On the seventh and last floor of the bereaved building, the seals still indicate that the police have been there. She left the small wooden decoration attached to the peephole, on which we can read an inscription: “Jesus is the reason for the season”. Behind this door, number 72, five rooms filled with provisions of food and medicine were discovered. One “impressive inventory”, “very organized” and “to make it possible to face a major crisis”describes the police of the canton of Vaud in a press release published on Tuesday, specifying that “Since the start of the pandemic, the family was very interested in conspiracy and survivalist theses”.
The next door neighbors remember the parcels that arrived almost every day, without anyone bothering to open it at the postman. He ended up placing them on the doormat, and the neighbors could see piles of bags of leeks, books, toilet paper galore… before a hand brought them back inside. “They were stockpiling war in there”, says a retiree, on the adjoining steps. On the lower floors, the same discourse spreads over this rarely crossed family, who lived ” in isolation “ and avoided any discussion. No one really knew them or can quite describe them. Apart from the cane that the mother had been leaning on lately, or the shorts worn by the father in all seasons. And that lingering smell of incense, especially the three days before that famous Thursday.
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