The killers were quiet, calm. Jerome Lorenzi decided he had to be the same.
As he lay on the floor of the darkened concert hall, he held himself as still as possible – not just to avoid attracting the gunmen’s notice, but also to meet death with equanimity if he did.
“You don’t move. You’re just waiting for your turn,” he said Saturday. “I thought, you are going to die, just be as relaxed as you can. Don’t be sad this is the end.”
Other concertgoers were sprawled on the ground around him. Some were already dead. At times, it was silent enough he could hear the crack of automatic rifles being methodically reloaded. At other moments, he heard the pleading.
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