

All our streets are trunks of multiple and varied memories, there are those of solidarity and love, of hope and brotherhood, but the streets also tell us about absences, sadness and losses. All kinds of steps have been taken in our streets, some quiet, restless others, some happy, and others of nostalgia and farewell. The streets are the last witnesses of the lives of our fallen. They welcomed them, but it was also the scene of his farewell.