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So, yesterday I was out in the woods picking blueberries, and mum got a text message from my sister that a bomb had gone off in Oslo.

I got home, still not having heard any news, made dinner and turned on the TV - and the tragedy on Utøya was being covered.

It felt...very, very strange to go to work today.

85 dead youths at Utøya. The perp was shooting for about one and a half hour. That's almost one death per minute.

No-one I knew, but...

Til de som har mistet noen, og alle de overlevende: Min dypeste medfølelse. Hold ut. Vi skal stå dette over.