Esta historia la publico en español y enseguida en inglés: Gracias por la colaboración de los lectores que nos ayudaron con información adicional.
LA HISTORIA DE DIDIER PINÇON
“LA TRAGÉDIE DU VOL AVIANCA 011”
Recibí un día un interesante comentario en inglés en una de las historias de mi Blog. Era Didier Pinçon escribiéndome desde Francia preguntándo si alguien conocía a Sebastián Fajardo, nieto del legendario capitán del B-707 de Avianca Enrique Fajardo, pues Sebastián había dejado también un comentario ya que este artículo tenía que ver con su abuelo (link del artículo: http://memoriasdeunpiloto.blogspot.com/2010/09/las-historias-de-alvaro-jaramillo.html).
Decidí investigar más, le escribí y para mi sorpresa Didier está escribiendo un libro que se llamará “LA TRAGÉDIE DU VOL AVIANCA 011”. (La tragedia del vuelo Avianca 011). Didier está recopilando información sobre los tripulantes, sus familiares y personas que estuvieron cerca de estas hermosas naves B-747 de la empresa Avianca en los años 80. Esto es parte de su investigación para su libro que trata sobre la historia de la que fue la mayor tragedia aérea de la aviación colombiana.
Esta es la historia de Didier traducida al español:
Hola Carlos y estimados lectores de su Blog:
Soy Didier Pinçon, soy francés y aquí les comparto mi historia que de una forma especial me une a su país Colombia.
Vivo en Normandy al noroeste de Francia con mi esposa Irene y mi hijo Thomas de quince años. En 1978 yo tenía 14 años cuando mi padre me llevó a observar aviones desde la terraza del aeropuerto internacional Charles de Gaulle.
De pronto entre los aviones apareció un majestuoso Boeing 747 de colores rojo y blanco, decía Avianca, Colombia, era el HK-2000. Quedé enamorado de ese Jumbo en especial y me emocionaba mucho cada vez que lograba verlo de nuevo.
El mundo de la aviación se fue volviendo cada vez más especial para mí de tal forma que a mis 19 años decidí buscar trabajo en el aeropuerto internacional. Logré conseguir un trabajo como asistente en el Elitair Maxim’s del aeropuerto que tenían salas de atención a los pasajeros en los terminales de abordaje.
Para mi dicha podía así ver tres veces a la semana a mi favorito, el Jumbo de Avianca HK-2000, su nombre, "El Dorado". Más adelante pude ver el segundo, el HK-2300 que se llamaba “Cartagena de Indias”. Luego en 1982, pude ver el HK-2910-X al que llamaban “Olafo” porque provenía de la compañía escandinava SAS.
Teníamos un contrato con Avianca para que en caso de tener un vuelo demorado nosotros les ofrecíamos servicio de restaurante a los pasajeros de primera clase y a la tripulación. Los vuelos 010 y 011 por lo general se demoraban y es por esto que llegué a conocer muy bien al capitán Tulio Hernández. Desde pequeño yo era fan del Jumbo 747 de Avianca y cuando tenía la oportunidad de ir hasta el avión y hablar con sus tripulantes era para mí un gran momento y lo disfrutaba mucho.
Llegó aquel sábado 26 de Noviembre de 1983. Comencé mi trabajo a las 11:30 am y terminaba mi turno ese día a las 5 pm. Tuve una hora y media de descanso y aproveché para visitar al HK-2910X que estaba parqueado en el terminal.
Volví a mi trabajo a las 6:30 pm pero cuando ya iba a salir al final de mi turno el personal del Charles De Gaulle vino para decirnos que el vuelo AV011 con destino a Madrid, Caracas y Bogotá estaba retrasado y que tendríamos que asistir a los pasajeros de primera clase.
Los pasajeros cenaron, compartimos un rato agradable con ellos y luego salieron a la sala de abordaje. El restaurante quedó casi vacío y muy tranquilo. Le pedí autorización a mi jefe para que pudiera acompañar a los pasajeros a la sala de abordaje, como a menudo yo lo hacía.
Pude ver al capitán Hernández, al copiloto y al ingeniero en la cabina pero esta vez no subí para hablar con ellos.
Estuve hablando algunos minutos con los pasajeros hasta que llegó el momento de abordar aquel inmenso 747. Les dije, “Adiós, adiós, y espero verlos otra vez pronto”. Cerramos la puerta y volví a mi oficina para terminar mi turno y así irme a casa.
Mientras salía vi el Avianca 747 con sus luces de navegación encendidas dejando el terminal para iniciar su carreteo hacia la pista. Lo vi alejarse pero no vi el despegue. Una hora y 30 minutos más tarde vino la tragedia al estrellarse pocos kilómetros antes de la pista del aeropuerto de Barajas de Madrid.
Los siguientes días fueron terribles para mí y sentía una agonía constante en mi pecho. Con el tiempo decidí reunir la mayor información sobre este vuelo y así vino la idea de escribir mi libro sobre esta tragedia. Pienso hacer, con lo que recaude, un pequeño monumento en el sitio del desastre en memoria a todos a aquellos que fallecieron ese trágico día.
Me pueden escribir al e mail de mi esposa: irene.girardeau@neuf.fr
Con amor a su patria Colombia,
Didier Pinçon
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I received one day an interesting comment in English in one of the stories from my Blog.
He was Didier Pinçon writing from France wondering if somebody knew Sebastián Fajardo, grandson of the legendary captain of the B-707 of Avianca EnriqueFajardo, since Sebastián had left also a comment because this article had to do with his grandfather (link of the article: http://memoriasdeunpiloto.blogspot.com/2010/09/las-historias-de-alvaro-jaramillo.html).
I decided to investigate more, wrote to him and to my surprise Didier is writing a book titled “THE TRAGÉDIE DU VOL AVIANCA 011”. (The tragedy of the flight Avianca 011). Didier is compiling information about the crew members, his relatives and persons who were close to these beautiful ships B-747 of the company Avianca in the 80s. This is a part of his investigation for his book that deeps on the history of the biggest air tragedy of the Colombian aviation.
This is the Didier's story:
Hello Carlos and dear readers of this Blog:
I am Didier Pinçon, I am French and here I share to you my story that in special way joins me to your country Colombia. I live in Normandy to the northwest of France with my wife Irene and my fifteen-year-old son Thomas.
In 1978 I was 14 years old when my father took me to watch airplanes from the upper deck of the international airport Charles de Gaulle. Suddenly between the planes there was one in special, turned out to be a majestic Boeing 747 with red and white colors, a big sign saying Avianca, Colombia, it was the HK-2000. I remained in love especially with this Jumbo and I was getting very much excited whenever I was managing to see it again.
For my happiness I had the chance to see three times a week my favorite, the Avianca's Jumbo HK-2000, his name, "El Dorado". Later on I could see the second one, the HK-2300 that was called “Cartagena de Indias”. Then in 1982, I could see the HK-2910-X whom they called “Olafo“ because it was coming from the Scandinavian company SAS.
We had a contract with Avianca so that in case of having a delayed flight we were offering restaurant service to the first class passengers and to the crew. The flights 010 and 011 in general were often delayed and that's why I knew very well captain Tulio Hernández. Since a kid I was a fan of the Jumbo 747 of Avianca and when I had the opportunity to go up to the plane and to speak with the crew members it was for me a big moment and I enjoyed it very much.
Then came that Saturday, November the 26th, 1983 . I began my work at 11:30 am and that day I was finishing my shift at 5 p.m. I had one hour and a half break so I decided to visit the HK-2910X that was parked at the terminal. I returned to my work at 6:30 pm but when I was already going to leave at the end of my shift the staff of the Charles De Gaulle came to say to us that the flight AV011 destination Madrid, Caracas and Bogota was delayed and that we have to attend the first class passengers . The passengers had dinner, we share a little bit with them and then they went out to the waiting room. The restaurant remained almost empty and very calm. I asked my boss for authorization so that I may accompany the passengers to the waiting room, as I often used to do.
I could see captain Hernández, the copilot and to the engineer in the cabin but this time I didn't go up to speak with them. I was speaking for a few minutes with the passengers until there came the moment to board that immense 747. I said to them, “!Goodbye! !And I hope to see you again soon!”. We close the door and I returned to my office to finish my shift and to take my way home. While I was going out I saw the Avianca 747 with its navigation lights on leaving the terminal to initiate taxiing towards the runway. I saw it going away but I did not see the take-off. One hour and 30 minutes later the tragedy came when they crashed a few kilometers before the runway at Barajas airport near Madrid.
The following days were terrible for me and I was feeling a constant agony in my heart. With the time I decided to compile all information possible about this flight and that's how it came the idea of writing my book about this tragedy. I think to do, with what I'll collect, a small monument in the place of the disaster in memory to all to those who died in this tragic day.
I will be grateful to all of you who could give me any information about the pilots, crew members, passengers, relatives of all of them and details of this flight this so to take good information to my book.
You can write me to my wife's e mail : irene.girardeau@neuf.fr
With love to your beautiful country Colombia,
Didier Pinçon
Para mi dicha podía así ver tres veces a la semana a mi favorito, el Jumbo de Avianca HK-2000, su nombre, "El Dorado". Más adelante pude ver el segundo, el HK-2300 que se llamaba “Cartagena de Indias”. Luego en 1982, pude ver el HK-2910-X al que llamaban “Olafo” porque provenía de la compañía escandinava SAS.
Teníamos un contrato con Avianca para que en caso de tener un vuelo demorado nosotros les ofrecíamos servicio de restaurante a los pasajeros de primera clase y a la tripulación. Los vuelos 010 y 011 por lo general se demoraban y es por esto que llegué a conocer muy bien al capitán Tulio Hernández. Desde pequeño yo era fan del Jumbo 747 de Avianca y cuando tenía la oportunidad de ir hasta el avión y hablar con sus tripulantes era para mí un gran momento y lo disfrutaba mucho.
Llegó aquel sábado 26 de Noviembre de 1983. Comencé mi trabajo a las 11:30 am y terminaba mi turno ese día a las 5 pm. Tuve una hora y media de descanso y aproveché para visitar al HK-2910X que estaba parqueado en el terminal.
Volví a mi trabajo a las 6:30 pm pero cuando ya iba a salir al final de mi turno el personal del Charles De Gaulle vino para decirnos que el vuelo AV011 con destino a Madrid, Caracas y Bogotá estaba retrasado y que tendríamos que asistir a los pasajeros de primera clase.
Los pasajeros cenaron, compartimos un rato agradable con ellos y luego salieron a la sala de abordaje. El restaurante quedó casi vacío y muy tranquilo. Le pedí autorización a mi jefe para que pudiera acompañar a los pasajeros a la sala de abordaje, como a menudo yo lo hacía.
HK-2910-X "Olafo" en la plataforma en Frankfurt. Foto del archivo de Didier. |
Estuve hablando algunos minutos con los pasajeros hasta que llegó el momento de abordar aquel inmenso 747. Les dije, “Adiós, adiós, y espero verlos otra vez pronto”. Cerramos la puerta y volví a mi oficina para terminar mi turno y así irme a casa.
Mientras salía vi el Avianca 747 con sus luces de navegación encendidas dejando el terminal para iniciar su carreteo hacia la pista. Lo vi alejarse pero no vi el despegue. Una hora y 30 minutos más tarde vino la tragedia al estrellarse pocos kilómetros antes de la pista del aeropuerto de Barajas de Madrid.
Los siguientes días fueron terribles para mí y sentía una agonía constante en mi pecho. Con el tiempo decidí reunir la mayor información sobre este vuelo y así vino la idea de escribir mi libro sobre esta tragedia. Pienso hacer, con lo que recaude, un pequeño monumento en el sitio del desastre en memoria a todos a aquellos que fallecieron ese trágico día.
Me pueden escribir al e mail de mi esposa: irene.girardeau@neuf.fr
Con amor a su patria Colombia,
Didier Pinçon
Didier con su esposa Irene y su hijo Thomas visitando New York. |
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THE STORY OF DIDIER PINÇON
“LA TRAGÉDIE DU VOL AVIANCA 011”
I received one day an interesting comment in English in one of the stories from my Blog.
He was Didier Pinçon writing from France wondering if somebody knew Sebastián Fajardo, grandson of the legendary captain of the B-707 of Avianca EnriqueFajardo, since Sebastián had left also a comment because this article had to do with his grandfather (link of the article: http://memoriasdeunpiloto.blogspot.com/2010/09/las-historias-de-alvaro-jaramillo.html).
I decided to investigate more, wrote to him and to my surprise Didier is writing a book titled “THE TRAGÉDIE DU VOL AVIANCA 011”. (The tragedy of the flight Avianca 011). Didier is compiling information about the crew members, his relatives and persons who were close to these beautiful ships B-747 of the company Avianca in the 80s. This is a part of his investigation for his book that deeps on the history of the biggest air tragedy of the Colombian aviation.
This is the Didier's story:
Hello Carlos and dear readers of this Blog:
I am Didier Pinçon, I am French and here I share to you my story that in special way joins me to your country Colombia. I live in Normandy to the northwest of France with my wife Irene and my fifteen-year-old son Thomas.
In 1978 I was 14 years old when my father took me to watch airplanes from the upper deck of the international airport Charles de Gaulle. Suddenly between the planes there was one in special, turned out to be a majestic Boeing 747 with red and white colors, a big sign saying Avianca, Colombia, it was the HK-2000. I remained in love especially with this Jumbo and I was getting very much excited whenever I was managing to see it again.
For my happiness I had the chance to see three times a week my favorite, the Avianca's Jumbo HK-2000, his name, "El Dorado". Later on I could see the second one, the HK-2300 that was called “Cartagena de Indias”. Then in 1982, I could see the HK-2910-X whom they called “Olafo“ because it was coming from the Scandinavian company SAS.
We had a contract with Avianca so that in case of having a delayed flight we were offering restaurant service to the first class passengers and to the crew. The flights 010 and 011 in general were often delayed and that's why I knew very well captain Tulio Hernández. Since a kid I was a fan of the Jumbo 747 of Avianca and when I had the opportunity to go up to the plane and to speak with the crew members it was for me a big moment and I enjoyed it very much.
Then came that Saturday, November the 26th, 1983 . I began my work at 11:30 am and that day I was finishing my shift at 5 p.m. I had one hour and a half break so I decided to visit the HK-2910X that was parked at the terminal. I returned to my work at 6:30 pm but when I was already going to leave at the end of my shift the staff of the Charles De Gaulle came to say to us that the flight AV011 destination Madrid, Caracas and Bogota was delayed and that we have to attend the first class passengers . The passengers had dinner, we share a little bit with them and then they went out to the waiting room. The restaurant remained almost empty and very calm. I asked my boss for authorization so that I may accompany the passengers to the waiting room, as I often used to do.
HK-2910-X "Olafo" at the ramp in Frankfurt. Picture from Didier's file. |
I could see captain Hernández, the copilot and to the engineer in the cabin but this time I didn't go up to speak with them. I was speaking for a few minutes with the passengers until there came the moment to board that immense 747. I said to them, “!Goodbye! !And I hope to see you again soon!”. We close the door and I returned to my office to finish my shift and to take my way home. While I was going out I saw the Avianca 747 with its navigation lights on leaving the terminal to initiate taxiing towards the runway. I saw it going away but I did not see the take-off. One hour and 30 minutes later the tragedy came when they crashed a few kilometers before the runway at Barajas airport near Madrid.
The following days were terrible for me and I was feeling a constant agony in my heart. With the time I decided to compile all information possible about this flight and that's how it came the idea of writing my book about this tragedy. I think to do, with what I'll collect, a small monument in the place of the disaster in memory to all to those who died in this tragic day.
I will be grateful to all of you who could give me any information about the pilots, crew members, passengers, relatives of all of them and details of this flight this so to take good information to my book.
You can write me to my wife's e mail : irene.girardeau@neuf.fr
With love to your beautiful country Colombia,
Didier Pinçon
Didier with his wife Irene and his son Thomas visiting New York. |