I feel like writing something. Because I can’t do much else. But I really don’t know what to say.
I’m back in the UK, until tomorrow, when I will finally be going back to my little Norway. It’s been a long couple of days. All this information and constant staring at the screen is giving me a massive headache, but everything else seems mundane and pointless. So I stay glued to the news, numb and speechless, and still shocked over what has happened in my peaceful little home. My mind is stuck, and I can’t pull myself away, from any of it. It’s still dawning on me, getting to me. How huge this really is. How hard our little country was hit, and how many lives were taken from us. By one person alone, and by one of our own. I want to be there, even though I know it won’t change a thing. Not being there just feels wrong in a way.
The first shocking report that found me in countryside France, was that of an explosion, a terror attack, in the middle of Oslo. I didn’t recognize the dramatic pictures of a city I once called home. I couldn’t believe what I saw, and had no idea what was going on. No one did. With 7 people dead, and a part of the city in ruins, the reports of the island shooting at Utøya with what was first thought to be 4 people hit didn’t seem as serious at first. But as the hours went by and the numbers were rising it became very clear that the two were connected and that the explosion, however terrible, was in fact not the main event of the day. When I woke up yesterday morning it was to another overwhelming shock; the lives of 80 young people had been brutally torn away on that island. 80. Now that number is up to 86 killed and 66 injured, and it is still rising.
It’s true. We are a country in grief. A country, a nation, a people in grief. We lost (at least) 93 people on Friday. Another 96 people are injured, and so many more got their lives ruined one way or another. We didn’t all know anyone, but this was an attack on us all. Norway is crying, and the world cries with us. I am deeply touched by the many messages of concern and sympathy that I, and we, have received from all over the world these past few days, and I wanna thank you all for caring. Seeing the Norwegian Badge on profile pictures all over Facebook gives me a strange peace in the middle of the hopelessness. I am ok, my friends and family are all ok, but obviously very affected by what has happened. Norway is wounded, and it will take us a long time to rise. We will though. We will move on, stumble back on our feet. Move on, but never forget.
Words are poor, but hey, they are all I have.
And tomorrow I’m coming home.
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For more about the tragic attacks in Norway, visit this article on VG Nett.