Hostage during Bataclan Recalls Terrorists During Paris Attack

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People were evacuated from a Bataclan in Paris on Nov. 13 as 3 gunman hold hostages inside.

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PARIS — He was one of a dozen-odd hostages prisoner by a organisation of terrorists as they finished their electrocute in Nov during a Bataclan, vital for over dual hours in their hold in a slight upstairs mezzanine during a Paris unison gymnasium and afterwards by a final attack of a military as bullets flew.

But what many haunts David Fritz-Goeppinger, a immature photographer of Chilean nationality who was lifted in France, is not a improbability of his possess survival.

He remembers a giggle — a bizarre grin of one of a terrorists even as he continued to fire, and kill, and kill again, in a array of a song gymnasium already lined with bloody corpses.

“In front of us,” Mr. Fritz, 23, recalled. “He was in front of us. Like we are in front of me. He had a gun in his hands. He fired, and he fired. And he laughed. There was a arrange of delight in death. He was like a wolf in a sheepfold.”

Shortly after, he saw one of a 3 terrorists bursting after being shot by a initial policeman on a scene. “It was like confetti,” Mr. Fritz recalled. “And there was a very, really clever odor.”

That blast upended a energetic in a song club, and substantially saved him and a other survivors, Mr. Fritz said.

Mr. Fritz is one of a few who had postulated hit with a terrorists and has selected to tell what he listened and saw during a Bataclan on a night of Nov 13. Ninety people died during a song gymnasium that evening.

Calmly, soberly, and with a photographer’s eye for detail, Mr. Fritz recently sat down in a cafeteria here and recounted an awful cognisance — he referred to a terrorists by their initial names — with a group whose bloody uproar killed 130 people opposite a city and continues to shake this country.

The terrorists threatened to kill him, asked him about his domestic views, seemed to remove seductiveness when he told them he was Chilean, and finally — to his mystification — spared him and a others.

“This is a doubt that continues to worry me,” Mr. Fritz said. “Even when a military launched their assault, they didn’t try to kill us. There had been exchanges, something that reminded them of amiability — so they didn’t kill us. As my hermit said, they were full with death.”

Mr. Fritz had been on a Bataclan’s second building patio when a murdering started. Very fast he satisfied what was going on. The bodies had begun to raise adult in a pit. “The fragrance of blood and gunpowder, really strange,” he recalled.

He attempted to call a military puncture series on his cellphone, though there was no answer. Still, he has zero though regard for a military that night. “Superhumans,” Mr. Fritz called them.

As people fled a second floor, one of a terrorists shot during them while they descended a stairs.

When a murdering altered upstairs, Mr. Fritz done a run for an open window and attempted to get to a roof of a Bataclan. In vain. Hanging from a window, high above a street, he was certain that night was his last. “How am we going to die?” Mr. Fritz removed seeking himself. “Will we fall?”

One of a terrorists saw him and systematic him to stand behind in, observant that “he had usually killed 100 people and one some-more would not make any difference.” Mr. Fritz complied.

“I came down from a window and we remember looking into his eyes, and he had pleasing blue eyes, blue like a sky, there was something pretentious about his eyes. The Kalashnikov was big. He said, ‘Do we trust in God? Where is your God now?’ ”

One asked him his nationality, and when Mr. Fritz replied that he was Chilean, “there was something that was extinguished in their look, since we was a foreigner. He said, ‘But we have an opinion about French politics?’ And we said, ‘No, no, no.’ For them, it was legitimate to have that kind of dialogue.”

As a dual remaining terrorists worked to arrange their hostages, a military officer from a Brigade Anti-Criminalité killed one of them. And that totally altered a conditions inside a Bataclan.

“I suspicion we were going to be killed,” Mr. Fritz said. “But a function of a terrorists changed. We became a weight to them. They mislaid their footing.”

Despite a change in mood, he said, a finale to a horrific night felt usually as tense.

The terrorists systematic a hostages during gunpoint into a use corridor, behind a door, Mr. Fritz recalled. The gunmen wanted to pronounce with a news media. They took a cellphone from one of a hostages, and forced some opposite a windows as shields.

The hostages could hear noises on a other side of a sealed door, and they knew a military were there. Two women were systematic to place themselves opposite a door, additional tellurian shields. Tense mins of exchanges on a cellphone followed, though “there was no negotiation. There was zero to negotiate,” Mr. Fritz recalled.

“I knew there was going to be an intervention” by a police, he said. “And we knew it was going to be complicated. There was usually one opening to that corridor.”

The doorway began to shake, and tumble in, Mr. Fritz recalled. The terrorists were during a finish of a corridor, and a military dismissed during them. Remarkably, in a disharmony of bullets and explosions, nothing of a hostages were killed.

“I salute a professionalism of a BRI,” Mr. Fritz said, referring to a police. “They came in, and they did not kill anybody, they did not wound anybody.”