Hate not only poisons your soul, but those around it.
If you choose to use that hate to harm, it is a human will focused on to destroying something it no longer believes is its equal.
I lived in Norway. I laughed, I cried, I jumped, I slept, I loved there.
My heart still remains there, with its people. With the peace they showed me, with the care and love I not only received, but got the chance to give.
And I grieve for Norway, for my friends and for my heart which remains there.
There is pain… and impotence… and distance.
There was a moment into which I admit I panicked… if something hadppened to my best friend, anything… Screw the registration for the courses, screw my job meetings and such… I would have sold everything and anything to be on the first flight to Oslo.
Then we spoke, and she was and is all right. Then, parallel to that moment it came…
The guilt.
How can you be so relieved she wasn’t one of the people in the building or at the island?
They were youngsters for life’s sake… they were kids…
I took some flowers to the consulate here in Costa Rica the following day. It wasn’t even open. No flowers at the door nor anything…
I had to call in for the guard to put them at the entrance. He didn’t even know what had happened…
You
can ask, how can there be so much hate and injustice? How can there be such evil?
A friend says you end up being made of stone in this country and region I am.
How you get used to expect anything, from the most bizarre to the most horrible ways to give pain to a human soul, if there is such a thing.
Killings, starvation, injustice, mutilation, kidnapping, rape and abuse. The line was never drawn and there is still no bottom to hit.
Let this be a moment for unity, for hope and for reckoning in Norway.
The path we lie on is not only hard, but the direction it has taken is not our own.
Let us hold together, for Norway.
Let me hold on to you, my dearest friend.
For you Lill.
I love you.
kamotkreator
