What happened in Oslo and on Utøya has not really sunk in yet. I cannot with words describe the emotions… I will leave it to this song by Maria Mena.

My little country
Where stars glide by
and becomes landscapes when it gets lighter
while the night stands there – bleak and silent

My little country
A little place, a handful of peace
thrown out among mountain plateau and fjords

My little country
Where high mountains are planted
among houses, people and words
Where silence and dreams grow
Like an echo in barren earth