Leider komme ich erst jetzt dazu über Oslo und Utøya zu schreiben. Mensch, ich habe so eine Wut im Bauch. Natürlich ist mir bewusst, dass Wut kein guter Berater ist, aber was da gestern passierte ist nicht greifbar. Vor allem in Anbetracht der Tatsache, dass wir seit Jahren auf ein ganz anderes Feindbild getrimmt wurden. Jetzt war es der böse Islamist nicht und alle schreien auf. Das ist ja furchtbar.

Für viele ist gestern wohl ein Weltbild zusammengebrochen. Nicht der Mann mit dem langen Bart ist der Böse sondern ein Norweger, ein Psychopath, Menschenhasser, Rassist. Anders Behring Breiviks jagt erstmal ein paar Bomben in Oslo hoch. Anschliessend fährt er als Polizist verkleidet auf die Insel Utøya und richtet dort mindestens 85 Menschen junge Menschen hin. Fast 1 1/2 Stunden hat er auf der Insel Zeit, bis die Polizei eingreifen kann. Wer es sich wirklich antun will kann sich dieses Video ansehen. Da liegen Menschen wie Dreck umher.

Und ja, da kommt mehr als Mitgefühl hoch. Trauer mit all den jungen Menschen, die durch so einen Geisteskranken ihr Leben verloren haben. Noch viel wütender macht mich allerdings der Gedanke, wie Menschen hilflos um ihr Leben geschwommen, auf Bäume geklettert sind, sich zwischen Felsen versteckt oder sich ganz einfach tot gestellt haben. Was muss das für ein abartig krankes Gefühl sein.

Da treibt es einem die Tränen in die Augen, wenn man tatenlos mitansehen muss was da passierte. Wie ein Stück Vieh wurden die Jugendlichen über eine Insel getrieben. Ich wäre sicherlich ein schlechter Demokrat, wenn man mich fragen würde, was man mit dem Typen machen sollte. Oder sind es doch die Typen? Noch viel krankhafter fand ich aber die Vorverurteilung einiger Medien, dass es sich bei dem Anschlag in Oslo um einen Anschlag mit islamistischen Hintergrund handeln würde. Klar, wenn man keine Informationen hat und trotzdem schnell berichten möchte, dann ist ein fundamentalistischer Islamist auch heute noch der Standardverdächtige, der erstmal eingesetzt wird. Berichtigen kann man ja notfalls später immer noch. Schämt euch, schämt euch. Das meine ich ehrlich.

Über René drüben bei nerdcore bin ich auf den Augenzeugenbericht eines Überlebenden namens Prableen Kaur gestossen, dessen Erlebnisse heute morgen von Heming Leira bei googleplus gepostet wurden. Wenn du heute nichts mehr vorhast, dann lies das durch:

The blog of Prableen Kaur, one of the survivers from Utøya
(google translations)

Hell on Utøya
I woke up. I can not sleep more. I’m sitting in the living room. Feeling grief, anger, happiness, God, I do not know what. There are too many emotions. There are too many thoughts. I’m afraid. I react to the slightest sound. I will write about what happened on Utøya. What my eyes saw, what I felt, what I did. The words come straight from the liver, but I would also anonymize many names out of respect for my friends.

We had a crisis meeting in the main building after the explosions in Oslo. After that there was a meeting for members of Akershus and Oslo. After the meetings were many, many people around and in the main building. We consoled ourselves that we were safe on an island. No one knew that hell would break out with us too.

I stood in the main time when panic broke out. I heard shots. I saw him shoot. All started to run. The first thought was: „Why shoot the police on us? What the hell? „I ran into the little room. People ran. Screamed. I was scared. I managed to get into one of the rooms at the back of the building. We were many in there. We lay on the floor all together. We heard several shots. Were more afraid. I cried. I knew nothing. I saw my best friend through the window and wondered if I should go out and bring him to me. I did not. I saw fear in his eyes. We were lying on the floor inside the room for a few minutes. We agreed not to release more in case the killer came. We heard several shots and decided to jump out the window. Panic broke out among us. All in the room rushed to the window and tried to jump out. I was the last and thought: „I am the last to jump out the window. Now I’m dying. I’m sure, but it might be okay, then I know that the others are safe. „I kasket my bag out the window. Tried to managed down, but lost her grip. I landed hard on the left part of the body. A boy helped me up. We ran into the woods. I looked around. „Is he here? Shoot him for me? Viewing him myself? „A girl had a broken ankle. Another was severely injured. I tried to help a little bit before I went down to the water. I sought cover behind a sort of brick wall. We were many. I prayed, prayed, prayed. I hope that God saw me. I called Mom and said that it was not safe we would meet again, but that I would do anything to clear me. I said several times that I loved her. I heard fear in her voice. She cried. It hurt. I sent a text message to my dad, told him I loved him. I sent a text message to another person I am very, very happy in. We were a little contact. I sent a text message to my best friend. He did not answer. We heard several shots. Snuggled together. Did everything we could to keep warm. There were so many thoughts. I was so scared. My dad called me. I cried, said I loved him. He said he was going with my brother to take me welcome when I come across to the mainland, or they came to the island. There were so many emotions. So many thoughts. I told everything I could. It took some time. The other called parents eventually started all texting for fear that the killer would hear us. I thought of my sister who’s away. How I would tell her how it went? What happened to me. I updated on Twitter and Facebook that I was still alive and that I was „safe.“ I wrote that I was waiting for the police. People jumped into the water, started swimming. I was lying. I decided that if he did, I would play dead. I would not run or swim. I can not describe the fear, all your mind, what I felt.

A one came. „I’m from the police.“ I was lying. Some shouted back that he had to prove it. I do not remember exactly what he said, but the killer started shooting. He charged. Extension more. He shot those around me. I was lying. I think: „Now it’s over. He’s here. He takes me. Now I’m dying. „People screamed. I heard that others were shot. Others jumped into the water. I was there. The mobile phone in hand. I lay on top of the legs of a girl. Thurs the 2nd was on top of my leg. I was lying. The insert in text messages. The mobile phone rang several times. I was lying. I played dead. I lay there for at least an hour. It was completely quiet. I gently turned her head to see if I could see someone live. I looked like. I saw blood. Fear. I decided to get up. I had been lying on top of a dead body. Thurs like lying to me. I had a guardian angel.

I did not know if he would come back again. I had not the courage to look at all those who had called and texted me. I hurried down to the water. I took off my sweater. It was great. I thought it would be difficult to swim to me. I considered whether I should bring my cell phone or leave it again. I put it in his back pocket and jumped into the water. I saw several others in the water. They had swum far. I saw that someone had gathered around a floating luftbåt or something like that. There were many who picked up those who swam out. I swam, swam, and swam towards the air thing. I screamed. Weep. Was cool. I thought of when I would drown. It was heavier and heavier. I asked. I continued. Was tired arms. Decided to turn my back and just use your legs to swim on. I sank. I started to swim normally again. A little while I thought they had gathered around the air boat began to move away. I screamed. Begged them to wait for me. I must have seen visions. I swam at least a few hundred meters before I arrived. We talked a little together. Did what we called, where we came from. When the boats passed us shouting for help, but they picked up the others just swam first. A man in a boat came to us. He threw out several life jackets. I got hold of one. Got it on me. I held on to the small air boat a long time until the same man came back to pick us up. All got into it. He began to run towards the shore. After a while it started small his boat to take in some water. I did everything I could to get the most water out. I used a bucket. I was exhausted. Another girl in the boat took over. We came to the country. We got blankets. Tears pressed on. I cried more. A woman hugged me. It was so good. I wept aloud. I sobbed. A man lent me his phone. I called my dad, „I live. I did it. Now I am safe. „I hung up. Cry more. We had to walk a bit. Completely unknown people took us into their cars and drove us to Sundvollen hotel. I ran in to see if I could see my best friend. I saw him at any place. I saw a friend. I cried loudly. We hugged each other for long. It was good. I walked around, looking for friends. My heart pounded. I cried more. I signed up with the police, then through all the lists. I did not know about my best friend lived. I looked through all the lists. I could not find his name anywhere. I was scared. I got a duvet. I took off my wet socks. I was half naked. Got a jacket. I tried to dial a bit. Contacted my parents again. My dad and brother were on their way to fetch me. I drank some cocoa. I sat down. Thought. Weep. So many friends. Hugged them. Weep. I borrowed a computer. Updated the Facebook and Twitter again that I was safe. I was at the hotel for several hours before my family came. I looked for familiar. I talked to a priest. I told all I had seen. It was a good call. A man from the Red Cross saw all my wounds. Cleanse them. Time passed. I was with some of my friends. All talked about the same. How we survived. What had happened. I asked several if they had seen my best friend. No one had seen him. I was scared. I thought that it was my fault because we had not managed to stay together. A friend got the key to a hotel room. We sat there, looked at the news. There was anger, sorrow, so many emotions. My dad called, they had come. I took the elevator down. Run out to them. Hugged my brother and my dad a long time. I wept aloud. My brother was crying too. It was a good moment. I saw a boy who looked like my best friend. I shouted his name. He turned around. It was him. We hugged each other for long. Both crying, we asked each other how we had managed. After a while, I registered myself and we drove home. Someone else sat in with us. My best friend was with me. His brother had come to me with his best friend. There were several who had gathered at my home. They would not go home until they had seen that I was fine. We talked a little bit. I drank a juice Gladden. Ate a yogurt. Talked some more with my mom and my family. I called my best friend. It was a good call. She said: „I was not sure if I would ever get this phone.“ Tears pressed on. We talked a little bit. After that I lay. It was three. Mom refused to let me sleep alone, so we slept together.

There have been several hours since all this happened. I’m still in shock. Everything has not fallen into. I have seen the corpses of my friends. Several of my friends are missing. I am glad that I can swim. I am glad that I live. For that God watched over me. There are so many emotions, so many thoughts. I think of all the relatives. In all I lost. In the hell that is and was on the island. This summer’s most beautiful fairy tale is transformed into Norway’s worst nightmare.

Nein, ich werde keine weiteren Seiten verlinken, bis auf einen Artikel von „Der Standard“:
Der Moslem war´s

Massaker, Norwegen, Oslo, Utøya