A Must Read: In Norway, The Past is a Foreign Country

I happened to read bestselling Norwegian author Jo Nesbo's piece for the New York Times in light of the recent tragedy in his country. It is so painfully honest and beautifully written, that I had to share it here. There are sentences here that will stick in my mind for some time to come.

A few days ago, before the bombing here and the shootings on Utoya Island, a friend and I were talking about how the joy of being alive always seems to go hand in hand with the sorrow that things change. Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.

There is no road back to the scent of the Julys when I was young and leapt from a boulder into the ice-cold meltwater of a Norwegian fjord. No road back to when I stood, 17 years old with 10 francs in my pocket, by the harbor in Cannes, France, and watched two grown men in idiotic white uniforms row a woman and her poodle ashore from a yacht. I realized then for the first time that the egalitarian society I came from was the exception and not the rule.

No road back to the first time I looked, wide-eyed, at the guards with automatic weapons surrounding another country's parliament building - a sight that made me shake my head with a mixture of resignation and self-satisfaction, thinking, we don't need that sort of thing where I come from.

For many years, it seemed as if nothing changed in Norway. You could leave the country for three months, travel the world, through coups d'état, assassinations, famines, massacres and tsunamis, and come home to find that the only new thing in the newspapers was the crossword puzzle. It was a country where everyone's material needs were provided for. Political consensus was overwhelming, the debates focused primarily on how to achieve the goals that everyone had already agreed on. Ideological disagreements arose only when the reality of the rest of the world began to encroach, when a nation that until the 1970s had consisted largely of people of the same ethnic and cultural background had to decide whether its new citizens should be allowed to wear the hijab and build mosques.

Still, until Friday, we thought of our country as a virgin - unsullied by the ills of society. An exaggeration, of course. And yet.......

....................... So if there is no road back to how things used to be, to the naïve fearlessness of what was untouched, there is a road forward. To be brave. To keep on as before. To turn the other cheek as we ask: "Is that all you've got?" To refuse to let fear change the way we build our society.


Read the entire article here if you please:
http://mobile.nytimes.com/article;jsessionid=4F042F615D6B354D9FB4C1CA4AE6451E.w5?a=821292&single=1&f=28&sub=Contributor