I guess most of you have heard about the bomb in the government quarter in Oslo and the horrible massacre at the labour party youthcamp on Utøya. I posted the following first as a comment, but thought I should make it a post of it's own as well.
My husband and children are okay, but I'm sad to say that my cousin's 17 year old son was killed on the Utøya island together with almost 70 others. They came from all over the country, and we're so few here in Norway, so I don't think there's many of us who don't know of someone that was killed that day.
We were in Wales with no TV or newspapers when my mother called, telling us about the bomb and the massacre on the youth camp, and we didn't come home until recently.
But it has been a comfort to see the way the Norwegian people have been mourning. There has been huge gatherings of more than hundred thousand people with roses holding hands. And there has been no talk about revenge, but about not letting the massacre destroy our Norwegian values, the open, egalitarian society we cherish. A young girl said the most quoted sentence these last days "If one man can show so much hate, imagine how much love we all can show together"
But of course, the real test will come in the long run.
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