The last days have been unbelievable. I have expected some kind of attack to happen sometime in Oslo. Not particularly because of extremists, operations in Afghanistan, immigration et cetera – but just the simple fact that it seems to happen everywhere else. Some weeks ago, when serious of loud explosions could be heard all over the city centre. I quickly pulled up a TV, plugged in the cables and turned it on. Waited. Waited a minute more. Shortly after people said on IRC that it was fireworks at the Opera. Most certainly very loud fireworks though.

Yet that was nothing compared to the roaring explosion and tremble on Friday the 22nd of July. Earlier that day, I had been at an office, discussing plans for an Asylum March, a cooperative project between a group of Iranian and Ethiopian refugees which originated from Refugees Without Protection. There was lots of last minute preparations to be done, and the march was scheduled to start from the Parliament at 11 AM the following day. Read More