Crazy love: he wanted to eat his girlfriend
Tokyo (Japan) - November 24, 2022 - François D, a Frenchman living in Tokyo, was accused of the cannibalism of two men and a woman, as well as of the attempted cannibalism of his companion Sakura M. He was finally acquitted for lack of evidence and exonerated by his companion. The Japanese media was fascinated by the "trial of the Paris ogre" which lasted several weeks.
François D.: "I am originally from Cantal, a region located in the Massif Central, a piece of land anchored almost in the middle of France. It is a mountainous country, made up of a single enormous very old volcano. I lived there until I was 18 years old. I was rooted there, a giant in a country of giants. I was always bigger and stronger than the others. Maybe that's what guided my life: strength. I never really liked school, education, words, and all that. No, my thing was to climb mountains, lift rocks, build mansions, herd cows, forge metal beams, hunt deer with my bare hands. For me, that was love. Love for me, it's true, is to unite with what I love by swallowing it. Love is a force stronger than me. So, yes, when I had to leave the Cantal because there was no work for me there, I went up to Paris to take a job as a labourer, I missed love: the sound of the storms in the mountains, the pungent smell of the deer, the good-naturedness of my parents, the dark strength of the mansions... In Paris, everything is small, everything is weak, everything is meticulous, finely ornamented, and at the same time, it's filthy and it stinks. The streets stink. The cars stink. The underground stinks. The middle-class women stink. I met Sakura there. I was working on a construction site, doing the work of the whole team alone, which was on strike for some reason. She asked me for directions, I was struck by lightning. Sakura was very small, beautiful and light, like a cherry blossom that flies away. I remember stammering, I had never seen such a beautiful and delicate person. We literally fell into each other's arms. When she had to go back to Tokyo, she asked me if I wanted to come with her. I simply said yes and we went there. Japan was like another world to me. I shouldn't say Japan, but Tokyo, an endless city that was lost in the horizon. Even when we went up on a skyscraper, we couldn't see the end of it on earth. So yes, I missed the mountains, the giants, the herds of cows and the deep valleys terribly. One day, yes, I wanted Sakura so much that I was ready to devour her. But devour her with love, swallow her, absorb her. I never had a similar temptation with anyone. That there's a madman eating people in Tokyo is none of my business. Yes, it's true, I had a kitchen knife in my hand. I have no education, you understand? I was just overwhelmed with love and shame. I have no education ! I don't know anything about the things of love. Sakura talked to me, she soothed me, she made me understand things I didn't imagine. I will never hurt my little flower."
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Sakura M.: "As soon as I saw François, I loved him. I didn't try to find out why, it was simply beautiful, spontaneous, so different from anything I had experienced. I loved his raw strength in that huge body, and the incredible innocence of his heart. I love to curl up against this huge body, to lose my fingers in his thick hair, to feel his heart beat faster when I caress his lower belly. I knew that bringing him to my tiny apartment in Shibuya was like uprooting a wild oak tree and planting it on a balcony. My neighbors gave me looks, part based on fear and part on hatred. They are the ones who denounced him, but what right do they have? If I love this man, and if he loves me, then our two worlds can only be one. Yes, he threatened me with a knife, yes, he said he wanted to eat me, but he didn't. I brought my hand close to the huge knife. I pricked my finger to make it bleed. At the sight of the blood, François started to cry, it was not what he wanted. He took me in his arms and I whispered to him what seemed obvious to me. All living beings feed on the living, that's how they survive. And all living beings love their neighbor, that is how they live. Both are acts of love. One is driven by the fear of death, the other is driven by the joy of living. All living beings except humans have known this since the dawn of time, all except for man who is ignorant. The masculine is devouring, opens gaping mouths, alters all that it touches into waste, into anomaly. The feminine is welcoming, opens its arms, gathers what is just necessary to make the world bloom. Both are within us, like the spider that weaves its web of silver lace that glitters at sunrise, and plants its fierce jaws on its desperate prey. My love, calm yourself, make peace with yourself. No doubt we will change our lives, neither in the solitude of the vastness of the Cantal, nor in the isolation of this cramped room. We will invent together an “elsewhere”, we will turn back to find our place among the living.