A Bulgarian prostitute is killed on the outskirts of Paris. Who was this very young woman on rollerblades with her private diary under her arm?
Her name is Ginka and she was 19. This book is her story. The tragic and in no way fictionalised fate of a Bulgarian prostitute whose body – with 23 knife wounds in it – was found on wasteland in Paris one autumn morning. Her clothes spattered with blood.
Starting from the crime scene, the author sets out to retrace Ginka’s life. Where was she from? Who killed her? How did she end up dying like that, 2,300 km from her family? This search for truth, a non-fiction narrative with the breathless pace of a police enquiry, takes us as far as we can go into the world of prostitution. From Bulgaria to France and Belgium to Albania, Philippe Broussard tracks down witnesses, photographs of the victim, her private diaries and her address book. He gradually brings back to life this young nobody who was mother to a little girl.
Elle s’appelait Ginka, elle avait 19 ans. Ce livre est son histoire. Le destin tragique, et nullement romancé, d’une prostituée bulgare dont le corps, frappé de vingt-trois
coups de couteau, est retrouvé, un matin d’automne, sur un terrain vague parisien. Partant de la scène du crime, l’auteur entreprend de reconstituer son parcours. Cette recherche de la vérité, menée au rythme haletant d’une enquête policière,
nous entraîne aussi loin que possible dans l’univers de la prostitution. À travers l’Europe, l’auteur retrouve des témoins, des photos, le journal intime et le carnet d’adresses de la victime. Peu à peu, il redonne vie à cette jeune inconnue,
maman d’une petite fille.
