Skudepisode i København: En personlig beretning

It was a normal afternoon in Copenhagen where there were no skies up in the air. The birds were singing, also the traffic of the city, the sound of a car and people walking among us. It was on a Saturday where people were happy. Not a day with work. You just normally see people go after a coffee. Have a drink with a good friend. Otherwise, you took to the city for shopping. I was in the city that day. In the hall, looking for new shoes. I had my best friend with me, called [NAVN B]. He wasn’t the guy who spends his money on clothes. But still came with me, to have a nice day. Suddenly, we heard a big noise from the other street. People were shocked. After five minutes, the sound began again. Now the noise came more times, and figured out that the sound came from a gun. People had been shoot from the other street and now people from this street, begin to run. A person was screaming, acting as they normally do when they hear a gun, firing bullets against civilians. My friend Nicolai and I started to run. We were not really fast but try to run as fast as we could. We were running and running, and guess whom we meet on the corner of the street. We stopped, because we were running into the wrong guy, a man wearing a black mask, with a pistol in his hand. He pointed the gun to our heads. He said he needed to kill us, because we stood in his way. The man said – oh boys, you and your friend are in big troubles. My mate Nicolai said fuck this shit, and was running. To bad for the shooter, he couldn’t hit my friend. And after that, the man was running another way. Maybe he was thinking, that killing two teenagers was crazy enough. I was crying in that moment and was lucky enough to not getting killed. I founded Nicolai three other blocks away, and saw his fear in his eyes when I meet him. An older woman to the side was calling to police. But It didn’t matter. You could already hear the sirens from the police cars. We were confused. Which way should we run to?” we decided to hide. There was a store called Macdonald. A place everyone have been minimum twice. Other persons were hiding there too, an old man, to young girls and a woman with a child. And of course the members of the company. More shoots fire was known to hear. The shooter was screaming. The voice became louder and louder. He was running toured us. He passed us. And a big noise was coming.