Tom died at work in a slaughterhouse in Brittany, buried under two enormous crates of chicken pieces. He was 18 years old. His parents want to understand. They set out in search of answers. Was it fate?
Was it fate? How many are like him? Losing their lives to make a living? Two a day. Two people die at work every day in France. We don’t know. We don’t talk about it.
Workers, temporary workers, farmers, truck drivers, fishermen, or bicycle deliverymen… Their disappearance barely gets a few lines in the local press, under the miscellaneous section. Others have a bit more luck, remain disabled for life, crippled, maimed, destined for a slow social death. There are 25,000 of them every year. They are the casualties of the economic system and the pursuit of profit.
