J'étais mort

(I was dead)

January 6th, 2007. 7:00 pm. My motorcycle slides under a truck on the Paris ring road. The medical emergency service SMUR (Service Médicalisé d’Urgence, also called SAMU) arrives. For long hours I lie flat on the asphalt. It is raining. It is nighttime. I remember lights, sounds, sensations, fear. Suddenly my life is in strangers’ hands. Those hands undress me, probe me, set up a drip and end up saving my life.
I wished to put faces on those anonymous hands. For over a year, from September 2008 to end 2009, several times a month, I went to the Gonesse hospital to take pictures of the SMUR team’s work.

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