For those of you who don't know, I'm currently in Oslo trying to make shitloads of money to pay for the school tuition in Japan. If by now you haven't heard of what happened, then you're really behind considering it's on the news 24/7 everywhere (even in a country like Iran where they are a little more shall we say, selective, with their new. As well as slow.) After the incident, facebook and skype were full of concerned people asking if I were alright. Except for my parents. Two days later on a early sunday morning my dad calls me at 9 a.m., wakes me up and asks me if I'm alive. No I was not. He then proceeds to ask why I sound so horrible. “Because 2 minutes ago I was blissfully asleep, dad.”

“A sleep? At 1 p.m?!”

“Dad, it's 9 a.m. here. When you are in Iran the time difference is the other way around.”

“...I forgot.” No shit!

The mood in Oslo is heavy. Not surprising. There are people placing flowers and candles everywhere. Stores close early so people can gather and meet and grieve. I have been to the spot where the bomb went of, well as close as you can get. There is glass all over the place. But the worst about the shooting is that everybody knows somebody that was there. Which make everybody involved. If you are Norwegian it's not just something bad that has happened in/to your country, it's a lot more personal.

This is a song they keep playing everywhere, to give Norway some much needed courage, it's really pretty: