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I remember a homeless called Lounis (after my studies, I joined Paris Firefighter Brigade), we collected him regularly because people would complain he was staying at their frontdoor. On our way to the hospital, he would sing with us in the truck, he would even do air guitar. The day some of my colleagues came back to the fire station after they collected his body on the street, we all felt like the police officers did for Murray.