Long was there last night-no response to journalists ‘ bank at your door in førstesalslejligheden in Nyborg’s cosy city centre, but finally closed Thomas Schou-Moldt up. The physically robust, the it-specialist, however, had no desire to talk at length about his life’s probably most significant experience.
He sat in the front of the train that early Wednesday in a high speed collided with a lastvognstrailer, as in the harsh wind was hurled by an oncoming freight train. His siddeafstand to several of the killed passengers were counted in centimeters rather than meters.
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Anyway slap Thomas Schou-Moldt without a scratch, he wrote the page on its Facebook profile. In the night the door to his girlfriend’s apartment seemed the psychological pressure, however, to rest heavily on him.
– I have no desire to speak to me. It is really tremendously, he said and laid a hand on the chest to emphasize his point and appeal to two reportagehold from competing newspapers to show understanding.
– I will not give interview. There are people who have died, and I must not have 15 minutes of fame on the relatives ‘ expense, he said friendly, but determined.
On his Facebook profile, which he last night gave the attending journalists permission to quote from, he wrote at noon:
’Dear all. I was with the across the great belt this morning. I have no physical damage, and is therefore o.k. Quite miraculously, as I sat in the front wagon, completely to the front … ’
’All in the left side of the stillekupeen have died, but I was in the right. Life is fragile. One moment you are on the road in the train, and suddenly everything is turned into chaos.’
’Thank you to the other survivors in the front carriage, as I spoke with along the way and afterwards. You know who you are. Life is beautiful, but also so incredibly brutal.’
’My thoughts go out to the families of those of my fellow passengers, who did not come home today.’
Yet last night was the police and Havarikommissionens investigators in the blustering darkness, in time with their work on the lavbroen, where it smashed the intercity trains, unfortunately, was the last stop in the life of six innocent passengers.
