When big things happen in the world, most people say "ah, I remember exactly what I was doing that day when I heard that". For instance, I remember I had just come back home from school and wanted to watch some crap tv before homework, when they showed images of the twin towers burning in New York. This time, when I heard about the terror attack and massacre in Norway, it was different. I heard it two days later, through a costumer at work. As usual, he asked "where my accent was from". I said as always "The accent is a mix of everything, but I (with emphasis on 'I') come from Sweden". The man just went "oh... You guys must be mourning now, huh?" "What do you mean?" I replied, and he told me there had been a bomb and 92 people were dead. I was shocked and had to find out more. When I heard the full story about all those kids being butchered at the summer camp, it was just too much. Felt kinda weird to be happy and smiling with costumers after that. Made me kind of dizzy and sick to the stomach. Oslo is only 4 hours away from my home. Norway is so close, both geographically and culturally. It feels absolutely aweful to hear that something like this was even possible. It's so unreal. So personal. I don't have words. I'm so so sorry for those people who died or lost someone they loved. It's not right. It's sick.
