Eleven spectators were sequestered by terrorists in a corridor for nearly two and a half hours. Six of them told their history, Tuesday, their attempts to leak up to the final assault of the BIS.
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Three shadows stand out at night. Three bodies hanging in the void, hung with window edges above chaos. Six or seven meters lower, on the road, dozens of spectators flee by bunches the hell of Bataclan, in the middle of the cries and shots, by the emergency exits that overlook the passage Saint-Pierre-Amelot.
This scene, filmed from its window by a waterfront, the former journalist of the world Daniel Pennny, was broadcast, Tuesday, October 19, at the trial of the attacks of 13-November. She seized the fright of those who managed to get out of the pit in the first minutes of the massacre and the despair of those who ended up trapped upstairs.
These three silhouettes swaying in the void, we will soon hear their story, that of the eleven spectators who have been selected hostage by the terrorists in a corridor located on the balcony of the concert hall. Six of them told the Assisi Court that head-to-head with the terror that will last nearly two hours and a half until the final assault of the research and intervention brigade (BIS), At 0:19. No one rubbed shoulders with the death donors who sowed desolation in Paris that night.
The first to stand at the bar is called David Fritz-Goeppinger. This 23-year-old bartender was upstairs when the first gunshots sounded in the pit at 9:47 pm. Seeing a door at the end of the balcony, he undertakes to join her by creeping between the seats. This door, which will soon close on his escapes, overlooks a unique corridor where some spectators are refugees.
A woman comes from him: “I’m pregnant, can I jump out the window?” David throws an eye on the street and tells him that “No, she will break her legs”. Both will, a few minutes later, two silhouettes hanging in the void.
“Help me, I’m pregnant!”
On the other side of the door, shots of fire resound on the balcony. The carnage of the pit has spread upstairs. The corridor is a dead end. The window finally appears at David as a way out to try to join the roof. He clings to a ventilation grid, his hands bleed on the jail. “I weigh 90 kg, I understand that I will never reach my finger strength.” A young man joins him on the facade. His name is Sébastien. On the video, both appear in the supervision of the same window, in the same desperate attempt to flee death.
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