23 July 2011

Norway 22/7

A boom of thunder woke me with a jolt from a broken slumber this morning. It was exactly the same sort of noise I heard yesterday afternoon, the kind that shook the house. Except what I had initially assumed to be thunder yesterday would turn out to be the result of something truly horrific.

By now the images of a devastated Oslo have been seen across the globe. The scenes following the aftermath of a massive bomb planted in downtown Oslo were as alien to me as the distant war zones seen on TV. Perhaps, more shockingly, news soon started to filter through of a gunman on the rampage on the small island of Utøya, some 25 miles from Oslo, where a summer camp for the Labour Party Youth (AUF) was being held.

As I tentatively went to bed the death toll as a result of the bombing stood at 7, a number that would have been far higher except for the fact that at 3:25pm on a Friday in July there are not many people around in downtown Oslo. The reports coming in from the island of Utøya, however, were unclear and the police had confirmed "9 or 10" casualties.
I cannot describe the feeling of utter shock I felt this morning as I learned the number of confirmed deaths had risen above the 90-mark, with all new reported fatalities occurring on Utøya in what now appears to have been a horrifically brutal and cold-blooded attack. I fear the death toll will surely, and sadly, rise further (update: the final gruesome tally stands at 77).

I've felt a gnawing sense of sickness all day. It seems hatred knows no race or religion, and it's events like these that remind us the depths of evil that the minority of humankind is capable of. However, it's also events like these that give affirmation as to the kindness and decency of the vast majority.

On the surface, Norwegians can seem like a reserved bunch. But don't let this deceive you; scratch a little deeper and get to know them and you will find one of the most tolerant, compassionate, pragmatic, and tough nations. I have every confidence that Norway will bounce back from this with the same sense of tolerance and compassion it has shown in the past.
For now though, Norway is in a state of shock and is still coming to terms with what has happened. Although this is just a humble food blog I wanted to write something, however inadequate, as to how I was feeling. But mere words alone cannot express the grief that we all feel in this beautiful little corner of the world, and our thoughts and prayers are with all those touched by this act of pure evil.

I'll leave you with this speech from Norway's Prime Minister, Jens Stoltenberg, made on the day of these tragic events:
You will not destroy us.
You will not destroy our democracy,
And our commitment to a better world.
We are a small nation, but a proud nation.
No one will bomb us into silence.
No one will shoot us into silence.
No one will ever scare us from being Norway.
This evening and this night we will take care of each other,
Comfort each other,
Talk to each other,
And stand together.
Tomorrow we will show the world that the Norwegian democracy will be strong when it counts.


  1. Heart-wrenching news. I'm first generation American for my father, Trygve Vigmostad, was born in Kristiansand later immigrating to the States. I wanted to say many, many Americans are sending love and friendship knowing the shock will numb the deeper pain and questions that follows. I was particularly touched having studied peace research in Oslo in 1996, having sat in the room where the Nobel Peace prize is determined and where the photographs of the Noel laureates grace the walls. So very, very sorry. Please don't let walls of hatred surround you and do keep all thoughts of retribution at bay. Feel the pain and accept it and grow deeper with it. Wish I could be there and be of some assistance.

  2. My heart goes out to your country. Thanks for posting this.

  3. it took me a day or two to feel like I could stop by here. It still shocks me so deeply having just returned from Norway. Your strength and goodness are evident in these healing words. thanks, GREG