|Yesterday a rightwing extremist in Norway killed more than 90 people (the number is expected to rise). A few were killed by a bomb in Oslo centrum, but the majority were youth gunned down at a summer camp. You can read the news for more details, but it is all fairly horrid.|
The island were the summer camp was held belongs to a political youth organisation, and when they don't use it they rent it out. Thus, while not associated with labour politics, I have spent many happy idyllic weeks there, and my memories are of sunshine, happiness, and a rare sense of comradeship, acceptance and belonging.
Not many summer weeks go past, every year, without some memory from there popping up.
Now those bright sunny memories have a shadow cast over them, as yesterday the island turned into a death trap and a massacre ground. The youth's stories are heart-breaking, and because I know the landscape so well, it plays out vividly in my mind. Hiding under that rocky ledge, hearing his foot steps above my head. Running. Swimming for land trying to get away.
If my dreams will be disturbed for a while, I think I know why...