Hello BN,
It’s still intimidating to be in a courthouse. It was this morning at 10:00 a.m., Valentine’s Day.
After going to reception, I headed towards the room that was indicated to me.
Next to the room door is a long list of referrals and legal proceedings.
I had to read several legal procedures, to find my name, I was the 5th person to go through.
A person in a black dress came out of the room and asked if so-and-so was present, no answer, I saw this person (so-and-so) go to the toilet. Hihi.
The person in the black dress turns to me and asks me who I am.
I give my first and last name, and I pass in front of everyone; re-Hihi.
Right away, when I come in, the person who I assume to be the clerk says hello to me, "
ma'am".
Show us your ID card, and sit down, And she searches for my file, since mine was lower in her pile.
Bla-bla from the clerk, bla-bla from me.
Bla-bla, ask the prosecutor if he has a question, answer no, but he continues with elements of my file.
Re bla-bla, re-question the prosecutor if he has any objections, answer no, no objection to my request.
The deliberation is for March 13, (sucks then, still 30 days to wait), then, I will receive a registered letter with the court's decision.
I am confident, the file was solid, (Thank you to the Trans Mixité Internationale association) and I was confident.
In the bla-bla of the clerk and the prosecutor, I would like to say that one fact is important:
Having changed his first names before and the papers, was highlighted.
Kisses,

and happy Valentine’s Day again.
Jennifer