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A survivor of the shootings at Utøya tells her story, translated below (I hope I've done a half decent job). I know it's a long post, but it's well worth reading every word. This story needs to be told.
"We don't deserve to die. That's also why I write this post. We are just normal teenagers. We're engaged in politics, to make the world a better place. I missed the part where we became the bad guys."
Story follows:
The worst day of my life | Khamshajiny Gunaratnam
I'm still in shock. Just got home. We were driven here by Prableen's father, from Sundvollen hotel.
I'm actually still in shock. I can't force out a single tear. I can't believe it: today I was almost killed. Hunted and killed.
What can I say? The last normal thought I had in my mind was about a student organisation in the AUF. I had just been at a political workshop (that's why we were at Utøya) and was on my way up to the AUF-shop where I was on duty.
A good friend came and told me about the explosion in Oslo. Sick! The government buildings and Young's Square?! Obviously, many people were worried. The mood wasn't good, to put it lightly. Many thought this was the worst moment of this year's trip Utøya, but there was more to come. I had a lump in my throat. The biggest I'd ever had.
We were first called to a meeting by the leaders, so that everyone would get the same (correct) information. The meeting was useful and went well. Most managed to get in touch with their family members in Oslo and got to check that everyone was alive.
It took me a long time to get in touch with any of my family! When I finally got confirmation that three of them weren't in Oslo, and the other was working far from the center of the city, only then could I breathe. Really. I then went back to the AUF-shop.
The General Secretary, Helen Brenna, came over and talked to me. She thought I might need someone to talk to. Then we heard shots from down the hill. 'Who the hell is that?' we wondered.
Suddenly, I see all the guys on duty run up and tell us to "hide, run into the main building." I ran into the toilet next to the AUF-shop. The shots came closer. I was very sure this was a 'joke', but you can never really be sure, as today demonstrated. Those seconds in the toilet were absolute hell. Slowly but surely, I managed to put my mobile phone on silent and put it somewhere where I wouldn't lose it. I took my bag off and put it on the floor. Only when I finally heard voices that I recognised, did I come out.
But it wasn't over. We had to run behind the NATO room (as it's called) down towards the corner, then to the right of the pier. We fell and stumbled a lot as we made our way through lots of bushes and over large rocks. I hurt myself a lot. When we got there, there were about 15 - 20 of us, I think? I was stressed out. Matti held me and calmed me down.
We ran and ran. The worst bit was when we found out that the man that was shooting - he was dressed as a police officer. Fuck.
Who were we meant to trust now? If we rang the police, would it be the gunman that came to 'check' on us?
But we tried anyway! It was taking a hell of a long time, so I gave my phone to Munir and asked him to update Facebook to ask anyone with a boat in the area to help us.
We ran back and forth when the shooting started to get closer. Then Matti said we had to swim. But how was I meant to manage that, to swim so far, all the way to the mainland?
Trond Agnar suddenly appeared. He said many had tried to swim, but had turned back because it was too cold, too far and simply too difficult. But you know what? I'd rather drown than be shot. Sorry. I took off my shirt, and with encouragement from Matti, I started to swim. I was still too heavy, so I had to take off my pants, too. It was ice cold.
I swam. Matti saved me. He said and did all the right things. He got me to swim, SO far. When we had covered a reasonable distance, Matti said "Kamzy, don't look back now. You have to look straight ahead, at the country side, and think of it as your goal."
"OK," I said. We heard shots the whole time and I'm still surprised that neither Matti or I got hit.
(I found out later that the gunman was standing there. That was why Matti told me to look straight ahead, to not look back. He was standing right where we had been hiding. My god! And he tried to shoot us. We were hunted.)
But I swam. Then some boats came to save us. One boat threw us lifejackets and then had to drive on. The next boat came and grabbed us. Even when we had made it into the boat, I couldn't relax. There wasn't a "yes, we're saved!" feeling. He could still hit us with his machine gun! I sat down right on the floor of the boat. I didn't feel safe. Not at all.
Some of the local residents helped us when we arrived. They gave us towels and drove us to the petrol station where the police and medics were waiting. I was in shock. I couldn't force myself to cry a single tear. Had what had happened not hit me?
Suganthan came up to me with my cellphone and was sorry that it didn't work anymore. Dear Sugathan, I'm just glad you're alive!
Anniken Huitfeldt rang and spoke to me. I do not know whose phone it was, just a girl who came over and said that Anniken wanted to talk. I asked her, "Why the hell had the police taken so long?!" She agreed with sentiment and tried to reassure me, to ask me what had happened.
A really nice girl who worked there got us clothes and hot drinks. I also called my Dad. I'm glad that he handled me a little more gently, even if he was worried sick!
And then we had to move on. Everyone needed to go to Sundvollen hotel. There, we had to assemble and register our names.
We were among the first to arrive. We watched as others arrived, one after the other, bawling their eyes out, screaming. I understand how they felt, very well. I just couldn't understand, and still don't understand, why I couldn't cry, not even a single tear. I want to get out of this state of shock. I want out of here. I sat with Prableen and made my way home to my Dad, who was waiting for me.
But I'm still in shock. Who does something like this? Blows up key buildings in Oslo and kills future Labour politicians who are on summer camp at Utøya. What have we done to deserve this?!
Those who resort to violence, have run out of arguments. How could he do what he did to my AUF friends? This seems so surreal. I don't get it. I do not understand.
I recommend that everyone watches Jens Stoltenberg and Knut Storberget's press conference:
“No one will bomb us into silence. No one will shoot us into silence” – says Jens Stoltenberg and I couldn't agree with him more.
But my first thoughts go out to all the victims and their family members. Now is the time to look after each other. Cheer each other up. Comfort each other. Show the best characteristics we have, the part of us that makes us human.
But I'm still in shock. And that's why I'm writing this post. I cannot bear to tell the story over and over again. What happened to me was over quickly. But the fear that was there the whole time... I can't describe it, can't put it into words. We're also continuously hearing who was shot, etc. I've left that out of my post. To write about it would be disrespectful to their families. They deserve better.
We don't deserve to die. That's also why I write this post. We are just normal teenagers. We're engaged in politics, to make the world a better place. I missed the part where we became the bad guys.
My thoughts are with all those who were on Utøya today.
I truly hope everything works itself out. You deserve better.
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"We don't deserve to die. That's also why I write this post. We are just normal teenagers. We're engaged in politics, to make the world a better place. I missed the part where we became the bad guys."
Story follows:
The worst day of my life | Khamshajiny Gunaratnam
I'm still in shock. Just got home. We were driven here by Prableen's father, from Sundvollen hotel.
I'm actually still in shock. I can't force out a single tear. I can't believe it: today I was almost killed. Hunted and killed.
What can I say? The last normal thought I had in my mind was about a student organisation in the AUF. I had just been at a political workshop (that's why we were at Utøya) and was on my way up to the AUF-shop where I was on duty.
A good friend came and told me about the explosion in Oslo. Sick! The government buildings and Young's Square?! Obviously, many people were worried. The mood wasn't good, to put it lightly. Many thought this was the worst moment of this year's trip Utøya, but there was more to come. I had a lump in my throat. The biggest I'd ever had.
We were first called to a meeting by the leaders, so that everyone would get the same (correct) information. The meeting was useful and went well. Most managed to get in touch with their family members in Oslo and got to check that everyone was alive.
It took me a long time to get in touch with any of my family! When I finally got confirmation that three of them weren't in Oslo, and the other was working far from the center of the city, only then could I breathe. Really. I then went back to the AUF-shop.
The General Secretary, Helen Brenna, came over and talked to me. She thought I might need someone to talk to. Then we heard shots from down the hill. 'Who the hell is that?' we wondered.
Suddenly, I see all the guys on duty run up and tell us to "hide, run into the main building." I ran into the toilet next to the AUF-shop. The shots came closer. I was very sure this was a 'joke', but you can never really be sure, as today demonstrated. Those seconds in the toilet were absolute hell. Slowly but surely, I managed to put my mobile phone on silent and put it somewhere where I wouldn't lose it. I took my bag off and put it on the floor. Only when I finally heard voices that I recognised, did I come out.
But it wasn't over. We had to run behind the NATO room (as it's called) down towards the corner, then to the right of the pier. We fell and stumbled a lot as we made our way through lots of bushes and over large rocks. I hurt myself a lot. When we got there, there were about 15 - 20 of us, I think? I was stressed out. Matti held me and calmed me down.
We ran and ran. The worst bit was when we found out that the man that was shooting - he was dressed as a police officer. Fuck.
Who were we meant to trust now? If we rang the police, would it be the gunman that came to 'check' on us?
But we tried anyway! It was taking a hell of a long time, so I gave my phone to Munir and asked him to update Facebook to ask anyone with a boat in the area to help us.
We ran back and forth when the shooting started to get closer. Then Matti said we had to swim. But how was I meant to manage that, to swim so far, all the way to the mainland?
Trond Agnar suddenly appeared. He said many had tried to swim, but had turned back because it was too cold, too far and simply too difficult. But you know what? I'd rather drown than be shot. Sorry. I took off my shirt, and with encouragement from Matti, I started to swim. I was still too heavy, so I had to take off my pants, too. It was ice cold.
I swam. Matti saved me. He said and did all the right things. He got me to swim, SO far. When we had covered a reasonable distance, Matti said "Kamzy, don't look back now. You have to look straight ahead, at the country side, and think of it as your goal."
"OK," I said. We heard shots the whole time and I'm still surprised that neither Matti or I got hit.
(I found out later that the gunman was standing there. That was why Matti told me to look straight ahead, to not look back. He was standing right where we had been hiding. My god! And he tried to shoot us. We were hunted.)
But I swam. Then some boats came to save us. One boat threw us lifejackets and then had to drive on. The next boat came and grabbed us. Even when we had made it into the boat, I couldn't relax. There wasn't a "yes, we're saved!" feeling. He could still hit us with his machine gun! I sat down right on the floor of the boat. I didn't feel safe. Not at all.
Some of the local residents helped us when we arrived. They gave us towels and drove us to the petrol station where the police and medics were waiting. I was in shock. I couldn't force myself to cry a single tear. Had what had happened not hit me?
Suganthan came up to me with my cellphone and was sorry that it didn't work anymore. Dear Sugathan, I'm just glad you're alive!
Anniken Huitfeldt rang and spoke to me. I do not know whose phone it was, just a girl who came over and said that Anniken wanted to talk. I asked her, "Why the hell had the police taken so long?!" She agreed with sentiment and tried to reassure me, to ask me what had happened.
A really nice girl who worked there got us clothes and hot drinks. I also called my Dad. I'm glad that he handled me a little more gently, even if he was worried sick!
And then we had to move on. Everyone needed to go to Sundvollen hotel. There, we had to assemble and register our names.
We were among the first to arrive. We watched as others arrived, one after the other, bawling their eyes out, screaming. I understand how they felt, very well. I just couldn't understand, and still don't understand, why I couldn't cry, not even a single tear. I want to get out of this state of shock. I want out of here. I sat with Prableen and made my way home to my Dad, who was waiting for me.
But I'm still in shock. Who does something like this? Blows up key buildings in Oslo and kills future Labour politicians who are on summer camp at Utøya. What have we done to deserve this?!
Those who resort to violence, have run out of arguments. How could he do what he did to my AUF friends? This seems so surreal. I don't get it. I do not understand.
I recommend that everyone watches Jens Stoltenberg and Knut Storberget's press conference:
“No one will bomb us into silence. No one will shoot us into silence” – says Jens Stoltenberg and I couldn't agree with him more.
But my first thoughts go out to all the victims and their family members. Now is the time to look after each other. Cheer each other up. Comfort each other. Show the best characteristics we have, the part of us that makes us human.
But I'm still in shock. And that's why I'm writing this post. I cannot bear to tell the story over and over again. What happened to me was over quickly. But the fear that was there the whole time... I can't describe it, can't put it into words. We're also continuously hearing who was shot, etc. I've left that out of my post. To write about it would be disrespectful to their families. They deserve better.
We don't deserve to die. That's also why I write this post. We are just normal teenagers. We're engaged in politics, to make the world a better place. I missed the part where we became the bad guys.
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