Seated in her living room, Maya (1) nervously taps her head from the end of her blue nails. Several months after the facts, the young woman still struggles to find the words to evoke this evening. “It was in November 2024”she begins. At the time, Maya was only 18 years old, and went out with friends in Kortrijk, in northwestern Belgium. “We were at a party but around one in the morning, it ended, so we went to bars. I had drank two-three glasses before but I was sober, and I no longer wanted to party. ”
Surrounded by her friends, Maya then arrives in the Burgemeester ReynaertStraat, better known as “‘T Straatje” (“La Petite Rue”). A popular festive artery, located a few steps from the station. “It was crowded”remembers the young woman, spinning her rings around her fingers. She then drinks several glasses, without alcohol. “I remember being outside. I put my glass on a table next to it and then, nothing, it’s the black hole. ”
It was only a few hours later that Maya regains consciousness, in her bed. Since then, she has been trying to trace her evening. “I was told that my head had been found in the toilet, unconscious. My friends left, but fortunately, a bartender called an ambulance. ” From the ambulance, she has no memory. No more of his night in the emergency room. “I try to remember, but impossible. After that, I
