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Morocco: the chilling account of the assassination of Louisa and Maren
We went to the Moroccan Atlas Mountains, to the site of the murder of the two young Scandinavian hikers, killed a week ago by four men claiming to be from Daech.
For those who use it, it is "a highway." In reality: a stony path, the main access road to Mount Toubkal, whose white peaks cut through the electric blue sky, reaching the Atlas at 4,167 m. This summit, Louisa and Maren climbed it safely ten days ago, as well as two others of lesser importance.
The two friends were experienced female mountaineers, used to bivouacs outdoors, lovers of freedom. So, when they joined civilization on Sunday, December 16, they opted for a last night in the open air. It was there, on an outstretched path barely two metres wide, at 2,100 metres, that they were murdered, on the night of Sunday to Monday.
The place is a place called Taounte Ntkhefissa. "Not even an hour's walk from the first houses," whispered this inhabitant of Imlil, lighting a candle at the scene of the tragedy, overlooking the terracotta wall of a hut that had become a mausoleum. "I'm Louisa, I'm Maren", one sign among others readss, in the middle of some flowers that try to erase the horror.
Initial findings indicate that the two young women were surprised in their sleep. According to the same resident, "the tent was pierced on the side."
The first victim succumbed inside, the second managed to escape before falling victim to the stabs. According to our information, her body had many cuts on her forearms, a sign that she tried to defend herself. Her four attackers gave her no chance.
Mohamed Jelal is still horrified by it. Along the path, he had met Maren and Louisa on Saturday. The guide was climbing the Toubkal with clients. The two Scandinavian women were going back down. They had bivouacked for three nights near the refuge, where they had preferred their tent. "We talked for a while," Mohamed recalls. "They explained their journey to me. It was cold. When I asked them about their logistics, they explained that they had adapted equipment and very good sleeping bags. They gave me the impression of being experienced."
When they left Imlil for the ascent, the duo had registered at the guides' office, without wishing that one of them would accompany them. "It's everyone's freedom," Brahim says. He is one of the most experienced of the 50 or so of these certified professionals. "If people do not need our services, we simply give them advice. Among which is the one not to do wild camping."
A 10-minute walk upstream, a few huts cling to the cliffs, built around a white painted rock: the sanctuary of Chamharouch, the marabout that gave it its name. "Sometimes people come to make offerings to him, for example, to sacrifice an animal," explains a veteran of the place. Around, the huts are only used during the day, sheltering modest stalls where walkers can take a break.
"But at night, except sometimes for a few merchants who wouldn't have wanted to go down into the valley, it's a ghost village," Omar, another guide, says. So much so that "I would never sleep there with clients. And if we see that some bivouacs are there, we must report it. "Then, even if it is less the case in winter, in summer, there are people sleeping everywhere in the mountains," says one of his colleagues. "We advise them to group together. But in thirty years, I've never heard of any aggression."
"This place where they died, I passed by dozens of times," sighs Alice, an English woman who settled in Imlil to prepare for future races at very high altitudes. "I went all over the area. On the other hand, I would never have taken the risk of sleeping alone on the edge. But in my experience, the area was safe. It's not their fault."
This part of the High Atlas looks like the first morning of the world. The crystalline air is embalmed by scattered junipers. Only the clattering of the river flowing below filled the silence. Some beds of a fluorescent green grass stand out on the ochre earth. It was on the most important of them, downstream, where Maren and Louisa thought they had found refuge, that the terrorists took their quarters at the same time, setting up an "igloo" tent that would be found by the investigators.
The four men, aged 25 to 33, had left their homes near Marrakech on the previous Friday. All under false pretenses. One of them assured his parents that he was going to look for work in Dakhla, a city not far from the Sahara. The four actually headed towards Imlil, known as the nerve centre of departures to the Atlas. They took care to avoid it, bypassing the village by crossing a pass.
As authenticated by the Moroccan authorities, the previous week they had recorded a video of allegiance to Daech, with a flag to the glory of Al Baghdadi in the background. However, the Moroccan services refused to confirm that one of the victims had been beheaded, as shown in a video that their executioners had time to broadcast.
On Sunday, according to several witnesses interviewed in Imlil, there is no doubt that the commando was looking for future victims. With their base camp set up, they went back up the trail. "Where are we now? Where are you going? Are there many tourists? Where are they going?" The local resident who said he saw them, mentioned "many questions, asked in an almost aggressive way." During that day, the four would have crossed paths with the two tourists during the day. They would then go back down to their own tent, waiting for the middle of the night to act.
In the early morning, it was French climbers who first made the macabre discovery. During the investigations, they provided the investigators with images of the terrible scene, taken with their mobile phones, before leaving for France. In the meantime, a major police force was deployed. In particular, two dogs were hired to track down terrorists. The first, like the second, took the upstream direction.
"What probably happened is that in the dark, the terrorists failed to find their tent," according to a source close to the investigation.
On Monday morning, the police quickly spot it. Inside, according to several sources: "blankets, knives, and especially the identity document of one of the suspects." At the same time, nearly 400 people from Imlil embarked on a vast manhunt. "All my friends participated," Alice explains. "We are the best experts on this mountain," a guide says. "Whatever happens in terms of safety or rescue, we intervene."
But already, the fugitives had managed to slip through the cracks. At around 3 a.m., during the night from Sunday to Monday, the camera of one of the hotels located at the trailhead identifies them. In the middle of Imlil, a morning-time baker will be surprised by the wanderings of these strange individuals.
At 3:20 am, a new camera, hung in one of the last establishments in the village, captured them. Black and white images that we were able to consult. We see three individuals, from behind, walking in single file. "They must have spotted the video surveillance, and thought that if they walked along the road on the left side, they wouldn't be seen," says Jalil*, the owner of the establishment. "They are not intelligent. They are dressed exactly the same way as some of those who had seen them described them."
On Tuesday, the first of the four terrorists was arrested in Marrakech. Still dressed in the same clothes, the other three will be apprehended on Thursday. They then took a bus to the coast when a street vendor spotted the knife that one of them was carrying. The police are notified, and they are arrested without any problem.
Transferred to Salé, a suburb of Rabat, the four suspects are now in the hands of BCIJ, the central judicial investigation office.
A structure specially created in 2015 to fight serious crime, with the fight against terrorism as a priority. According to the report drawn up by its leader in October, 57 terrorist cells were dismantled by his office.
All four suspects face the death penalty, which is still in force in Morocco, even though it has not been applied since 1993. On Moroccan social networks, their picture circulates, a hanging rope in front of each face. The remains of Maren and Louisa were repatriated this Saturday to their respective countries.
The 28-year-old Norwegian and her 24-year-old Danish friend were both described as "adventurous", "sociable", "positive". Louisa had a rafting diploma. Like Maren, she was destined for the profession of guide, both of whom were studying in the same school in Norway. In his tribute to them on Facebook, Glen Martin, Louisa's ex-boyfriend, promises to take them everywhere with him, "across all those rivers and mountains they will never be able to see."
* Jalil is not his real name
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