Our biggest trial since WWII is about to begin in my little big city.
I didn't know any of the victims personally, still I am very affected by their stories.
I was on my balcony when the bomb went off july 22. and I was sure it was a lightening strike near by. I even told my friend on the phone who was strolling her baby that it might start to rain hard soon.
Ten minutes later I got a call back from my friend who had heard the radio saying it was an explosion.
The rest of that day and night turned into a nightmare as I watched the events unfold on line and on tv, interrupted by the many ambulance helicopters flying straight above me with the critically wounded from Utøya.
The rest of the summer wasn't summer anymore.