LIZA ONE YEAR AGO
i'm sitting in the office at work. reading the newspapers. a bomb in oslo. 8 people died. horrible ofcourse but it's not really one of those things that draws attention, horrible to say but these things happen way to often. so i don't think about it.
a customer comes to the café, tears in her eyes. she owns a store right were the bomb went off. she's trying to get in toutch with her co-workers in oslo. they're all ok. but the store's pretty messed up. broken windows and stuff. then it hits me that even though these things happen often it's horrible every time. for someone that day is the worst day in their life. 8 people died, but so many people's lives are so much worse because of that day. 98 wounded may i add. and as we all know by now, it will only get worse.
i remember reading about the shooting later that day and showing it to all the customers, specially to the woman with the shop. we we're all in chock but i think that nobody really understood how sick it really was. well ofcourse not, we we're not there so we couldn't possibly know but at that time we didn't even know anything about the shooter who isn't worth to be called by his name. 69 people, mostly kids and teenagers died on that island. and hundreds of people saw their best friends, sisters, brothers or just somebody get shot and die right in front of them. and one of the worst parts. he was dressed as a cop. we are supposed to trust the police. and he made all the people think that they could trust him, just to come close and then kill them. and he laughs, he enjoys it and has no regret at all.
77 people died. got shot or drowned while trying to escape. as many wounded people who lost their legs, arms etc. and never will be the same again. hundreds of people lost their family, friends, classmates, boyfriend, girlfrend, relatives. and the rest of the world, including me, thank God that we weren't there and pray that it'll never happen again.
a customer comes to the café, tears in her eyes. she owns a store right were the bomb went off. she's trying to get in toutch with her co-workers in oslo. they're all ok. but the store's pretty messed up. broken windows and stuff. then it hits me that even though these things happen often it's horrible every time. for someone that day is the worst day in their life. 8 people died, but so many people's lives are so much worse because of that day. 98 wounded may i add. and as we all know by now, it will only get worse.
i remember reading about the shooting later that day and showing it to all the customers, specially to the woman with the shop. we we're all in chock but i think that nobody really understood how sick it really was. well ofcourse not, we we're not there so we couldn't possibly know but at that time we didn't even know anything about the shooter who isn't worth to be called by his name. 69 people, mostly kids and teenagers died on that island. and hundreds of people saw their best friends, sisters, brothers or just somebody get shot and die right in front of them. and one of the worst parts. he was dressed as a cop. we are supposed to trust the police. and he made all the people think that they could trust him, just to come close and then kill them. and he laughs, he enjoys it and has no regret at all.
77 people died. got shot or drowned while trying to escape. as many wounded people who lost their legs, arms etc. and never will be the same again. hundreds of people lost their family, friends, classmates, boyfriend, girlfrend, relatives. and the rest of the world, including me, thank God that we weren't there and pray that it'll never happen again.
You actually make it seem so easy with your presentation but I find this topic to be actually something that I think I would never understand. It seems too complex and extremely broad for me. I'm looking forward for your next post, I will try to get the hang of it!