Sandrine

My first memory: the Marnaudes. I arrived in Rosny in 1964. I was only one year old. I know my city very well, I have seen it evolve over the years. Les Marnaudes was my village where we all lived in harmony with different cultures in my little four-story building. There were Spaniards, Jews, Indians, Arabs, French. We were all a big family. Even though I now live on avenue de la République, the place that matters most is still Les Marnaudes. The place I most often thought about during confinement: the Marnaudes, again! There was solidarity, mutual aid, support, security.