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Or Kill Me / To a certain breed of atheist
« on: August 16, 2014, 01:31:11 am »
You're most likely right in believing that there is no God, that homeopathy is bullshit and so on. Those are definitely not the worst beliefs you can have.

But there is something that a lot of you seem to think: That you have reached some sort of point where you can look at the world objectively from. That you having the beliefs you have is completely based on your own rational thought processes and has nothing to do with the culture you live in, the information you've been fed from the outside world etc.

You do have prejudices. You have so many prejudices that it would be a hopeless task to fact check them all. Some of them are useful and more or less correct. Others are just wrong. But you wouldn't be able to navigate this strange world if you didn't have them, for instance if you didn't base how you treat people on ideas you have about how such and such people are. You can never be a blank sheet, a tabula rasa. You probably don't appreciate biblical references (I do! It has some interesting stories in it, and it has formed our culture in ways I doubt you are able to escape, however hard you try), but: You know the log in your eye? That's what you see with.
I understand that you care about having the Right Beliefs, or at least as close as you can possibly get.
You can use as much logical thinking as you want, but it won't help you if you don't have an understanding of context. What ideas and events have influenced you throughout your life, from your parents, the school system, the Internet and what ideas and events have influenced the people you're talking to/with/about?
Finding the time to have the Right Opinions about Life, the Universe and Everything is a privilege, and not very high on the list of elementary human needs. Beyond their physical and emotional needs, humans mostly just need a set of ideas that bring meaning to their life. Religion is often the safest way to get that. Coupled with heavy social pressure, it is also the easiest. And even then: People are more than their religions, genders, genitals, political ideas and favorite music. They're complex, but of course you have to simplify things to be able to engage with the world. Just keep the complexity in mind when you do so.
And remember that it's never an excuse, at least not after the first time.

By the way, you're not the end point of human thinking. You're just recycled half-assed 19th century positivists.

Or Kill Me / "Nihilism light"
« on: November 20, 2013, 06:29:50 pm »
All even remotely successful empires and states in human history have had to rely on some sort of ideology to legitimize itself, from the God-kings of Sumer to fascist and communist states in the 20th century. Today, it's harder to spot than before. There are few signs of any personality cult. No great, overarching ideas. Just some mostly empty phrases about freedom, democracy and human rights.

But in a backroom somewhere, faceless suited figures hiss into the ears of "your" elected official: "THE MARKETS DEMAND IT." He obeys, and willingly complies with the markets' demands. There is little room for questioning. Politics is just administration and theatre. Nevermind the possibility that "the market" is not a metaphysical being, some sort of deity demanding regular sacrifices to save us from oblivion. Nevermind the possibility that what is really happening is that the decision-making process is being moved somewhere less accessible for us mere mortals. "THE MARKETS DEMAND IT." the voices keep hissing, impatiently.

The distinction between good - bad and non-sinful - sinful seems to have been partly replaced by healthy - unhealthy and normal - abnormal. Get exercise, eat healthy, be happy, or at least go through the motions and pretend to be. Social media leaves plenty of room for keeping a facade (the vague sense of being a fraud that gives you is useful by the way, it makes you less prone to going after the real frauds).

"We have discovered happiness," -- say the Last Men, and they blink. Perhaps we are a variation of the Last Men Nietzsche wrote of in Thus Spake Zarathustra.
(By the way I am skeptical of the idea that history of humanity is moving towards any sort of end point, other than our own eventual extinction. If we are approaching something similar to Nietzsche's Last Men, I doubt that those will truly be The Last Men. There will be something afterwards, and I don't think any of us will like it.)

The world is full of nice people who are blind to the injustices around them. They appreciate human warmth. It keeps sentimentality in force, for it satisfies the craving for good feelings towards oneself and the world. One still loves one's neighbor and rubs against him, for one needs warmth. But this sentimental search for warmth and fuzziness is disconnected from the idea of having to do anything for other people. One might even have pity on those who suffer, but it is a distant thought that one personally should intervene and try to change the existing conditions. They refuse to admit that declarations of sincere compassion are binding and must be accompanied by deeds, they live in an imaginary world in which few things leave traces and where there are no serious consequences. People are offered the choice between Diet Coke and Diet Pepsi, but this brand of Diet Nihilism has little competition. I think we ought to give it some.

So, what are we to do?
Expand the definition of "normal" so it's a comfortable space to exist in for real people. Real people are weird. They can try to repress it, and many people try, but then it just oozes out at the other end and that can be truly TERRIFYING.
By being and behaving like real people. Weird, but not zany. It might involve shouting at buildings. It definitely involves showing empathy. And not just to your own kin. It involves compassion, and anger, and getting involved in your surroundings. Realizing that the world does not revolve around yourselves, and that pretending it does eventually will break your necks. It involves not giving a few less fucks about the dominant ideologies of POSITIVITY and HEALTHINESS and NORMALITY, and instead just having a good time and being a decent human being. (This is very much a reminder to myself.)

It probably won't save us from anything. But at least we won't be playing Candy Crush while Rome burns.

Or Kill Me

Or Kill Me / We can never be enough.
« on: September 02, 2013, 02:24:22 am »
I think these truths are pretty damn well-established:
  • People are insecure bastards, young people even more so.
  • A consumer economy depends on people buying more and more stuff.
Consequently, the emergence of a distinct youth culture in the 20th century opened up an entire new market: Profitting from young people's feelings of inadequacy by selling them stuff. The clever thing about this is that the stuff never remedies it completely. They promise you a sense of belonging if you buy this or that, it helps for a while but it doesn't last. So the kids buy more stuff. Repeat ad infinitum. They can never be enough.
I have an 8 year old half-sister, the pressure to conform is remarkable even at that age. And it doesn't get better.
Even young political radicals are afraid as hell of being tagged in a Facebook or Instagram photo with the wrong guy or not wearing the customary uniform. A communist kid is afraid of turning up at a meeting and being the only one without a keffiyeh.
I think it's important to realize that you can never be enough, never have enough, never do enough, not that way. You'll always feel inadequate when you view yourself in the imagined eyes of others.
You're afraid of being perceived as weak. You're afraid of being judged by others. You're afraid to open up to others. But if you do open up to someone, you'll soon find that it's not "you". It's WE. And you'll find that the fear is not isolating you from the rest of humanity, but us from each other.

Literate Chaotic / Cell phone notes from Lake (sort-of-)Solitude
« on: May 21, 2013, 11:56:40 pm »
Last night I dreamed that posted a link on Facebook to a song I had written. Lots and lots of people commented, hundreds, many of them I had no idea who were. My dream consisted of just watching the stream of comments coming, some of it read in the voice of those who posted them. Someone made some stupid remark, misogynistic I think, and this was replied to with long angry ranting. This was responded to with more angry ranting. In the end there was lots of caps lock and exclamation marks but no communication. People just shouted their opinions (completely unrelated to my song!) out loud with their ears closed and rode their own personal hobby horses to the brink of death. They didn't notice each other, they didn't notice other people's arguments. It was sad. I choose to interpret this dream as a metaphor for humanity.

Isolation is nice. I like it, though you turn slightly crazy from it. You get a different perspective on how the world works, more unfiltered maybe. You get time to rethink things, think about how you relate to other human beings. I've noticed that I appreciate my interactions with humans a lot more now that I live in this cabin

But even though I enjoy solitude, I also need other people to avoid becoming lonely. Few things make me feel better than good conversations, or even just the quiet presence of another person.

I also need other people there to correct me, because sometimes I'm completely wrong. Many times. Terribly wrong.

It is hereby decreed that:
LIFE is too short and nasty, and the world too full of shit, for good people to be allowed to walk around without being appreciated, without being let to know that they, by existing, make the/my world a little bit warmer, a little bit friendlier and a little bit more beautiful.


Note to self after today's dinner: Not everything needs to bathe in fat.

The concept of normality is strange.
You can be a huge fucking asshole and still be considered normal. You can wear slightly weird clothes, behave slightly weird, talk slightly weird, look slightly weird and suddenly you're an outsider. It doesn't really surprise me then, that half of Norway seems to be mentally ill at times, when the idea of normality is so narrow that you almost need to be crazy to fit in. We live in an awfully conformist society. I want to fight for a warmer and weirder society with a more inclusive idea of what normality is.

Eurovision. Russia wants us to "bury our guns" LOL

All the children watched the Teletubbies
Except for Serge
He read Apollinaire's Les onze mille verges

There should be scholarships for people who just want to live alone in the woods and drink beer and think about stuff.

(there are a lot more of them, I just have to separate the interesting ones from my attempts at gibberish poetry and thought experiments about sharing a joint with Franz Kafka)

Principia Discussion / Eris' Witnesses
« on: April 08, 2013, 09:53:36 am »
(to be handed out on door-to-door visits)

"Thetis and Peleus had just gone off to the bridal chamber, conducted by Amphitrite and Posidon, when Eris came in unnoticed—which was easy enough; some were drinking, some dancing, or attending to Apollo's lyre or the Muses' songs—Well, she threw down a lovely apple, solid gold, my dear; and there was written on it, FOR THE FAIR. It rolled along as if it knew what it was about, till it came in front of Hera, Aphrodite, and Athene." Lucian of Samosata (125-180 AD), Dialogues of the Sea Gods

- Eris was the ancient Greeks' goddess of chaos, strife and discord.

- One day, Zeus was holding a banquet on Mount Olympus in celebration of the marriage of Peleus and Thetis (the parents of Achilles, you know that guy with the heel?).

- Because of her reputation for being a bit of a troublemaker, Eris was not invited. This is what we Discordians like to call the ORIGINAL SNUB.

- Angered by this snub, she threw a golden apple with the inscription kallisti ("for the fairest one") into the party, leading the goddesses Hera, Athena and Aphrodite to all claim the apple for themselves.

-Reluctant to favor anyone of those claims, Zeus delegated the task to a Trojan prince called Paris, poor sod.

- Hera offered power and Athena offered wisdom and skill in war, but Paris the hopeless romantic fell for Aphrodite's offer of the most beautiful woman in the world.

- This happened to be Helen, wife of the Greek king Menelaus. Paris took Helen with him to Troy, making both the Greeks and a lot of Gods awfully angry. The Greeks subsequently attacked Troy to retrieve Helen, and the Trojan War was suddenly a thing.


- This prank didn't do much to restore her reputation as a troublemaker, and Eris rarely got invited to the heavenly parties at Mount Olympus, leading Eris to feel even more snubbed.

- But now things are changing. Eris will soon be throwing a giant party for her followers, with 144,000 invitees.

- You are not one of them. We are.

- We will party wildly into eternity, dancing, drinking, shouting, screaming, having the greatest time ever. You won't.

- We will witness. Eris' glorious revenge over Zeus and company. You won't.


Or Kill Me / Failed rant.
« on: March 19, 2013, 09:23:20 pm »
Hello, humans.
Be nice now, or I'll shove Jesus Christ up your butts so he STICKS.

Hello, child traffickers.
I'm donating your genitals for medical research. I'm generally a very forgiving and tolerant person who believes the best of everyone, but FUCK YOU. I'd rather shake hands with your feces than with you.

Hello, every single one of the hundreds of you who passed by the newly-dead corpse of a junkie in Oslo Central Station last summer without thinking anything other than "EW GET THEM OUT OF HERE"


Hello, this weird euphoric rage seizure I'm having.
Who are you? What are you? Why did you get into my body?

Literate Chaotic / A short poem
« on: March 19, 2013, 05:29:51 pm »
(I'll call it "observation from an exhausted angry wasteland")

dear people who lead
and you who lead them from behind
dear corporate bosses, dear bankers, dear statesmen
go on, drink your wine.
but unlike in your youth
now, to tell you the truth:

that's not cocaine,
that powder you're snorting


Literate Chaotic / All quiet on the Eastern Front
« on: December 23, 2012, 03:39:24 am »
Subtitle: Fear and lots of unjustified paranoia in Belarus - a bunch of impressions from a short stay in Lukachenkoland,

(Quickly scribbled down a few months after the actual trip.)

Other than the sounds of the profoundly weird Latvian language, the flight from Oslo to Riga was quite normal, like any regular European international flight really. The continuing flight from Riga to Minsk less so. The language switched to Russian, the aircraft was much smaller. We flew, shakily, over the misty woodlands of the former Soviet Union. There were us, two Swedes and about fifty others, fifty filthy Russian-speaking others.

We landed at what looked like the lair of a 70s James Bond villain. Some of the passengers got their luggage practically straight out of the aircraft, but we had already entered the shuttle bus to the arrival hall when we noticed our bags. Panic. We're in Belarus, and I think we just lost our luggage.
We walked up one anonymous, nearly unmarked stair to the right, bought the mandatory state health insurance, filed our visa applications and after a short wait, they gave us our visas and we could continue out of the airport. To our great relief we found the bags at the luggage belt.
Minsk-2 airport was gloomy and unfriendly, but in an indifferent sort of way. And unlike at JFK, there are no queues or cops everywhere with guns in their belts.
Few questions were asked and nobody ever got confrontational toward us.
We were relieved and slightly discomforted when we finally got out.

The two Swedish men on the plane seemed to be diplomats, but they bought health insurance and went through a similar visa procedure to us. Why? Well, in July a Swedish PR firm dropped a bunch of parachuted teddy bears carrying pro-democracy flyers from a plane over Belarus. Soon after, President Lukachenko fired a bunch of leading government officials for not bombing the hell out of those bears, and cut off all diplomatic relations with Sweden. The embassies on both sides are still closed.

Coming out of customs, we were met by a man who held a sign with my name on it. That's probably them, we thought, and got into his car. Then I got a text saying "Where are you guys? We're still waiting for you at the airport!". Panic #2. Where the fuck were we going now? To a secret KGB detention facility? Brother Leader Lukachenko's GULAG camps?
The hotel, apparently. The people in The Organization back in Norway had booked a hotel with an airport transfer voucher included, but failed to notify The Belarusians, who had to wait at the airport for no reason at all.

Minsk is a Stalinist masterpiece dotted with adverts for Lays Chips and McDonalds. The outskirts of the city are grim, grey and misty, with endless rows of identical numbered apartment blocks, in one of which Lee Harvey Oswald once lived. The city center is stunning. The parks are beautiful. The Palace of the Republic and the KGB HQ simply screams "WE ARE THE STATE. DON'T DARE FUCK WITH US." There's armed police and soldiers everywhere, so avoiding taking pictures seemed like a good idea to us.
The hotel was supposedly a high quality hotel back in the early 90s when there was still hope that Belarus would open up to the world, but was quite mediocre now. At the breakfast buffet "mixed vegetables" meant cucumber and tomato and "fruit" meant oranges. The import beer seemed watered out. The hotel room may or may not have been wiretapped, we decided to assume it was.
Belarus put us on the defensive, made us search for familiarity. We found a coffee bar that had some nice coffee and English language magazines in it. That helped. We also found several McDonaldses. Nobody spoke English there, but even with everything written in Cyrillic script it isn't that hard to order a Big Mac with Coke and kartoffelfry-something.

Our first morning in this new exciting country, we were picked up by the Opposition Activists. They were a bunch of friendly and trendy people (all in their 20s probably) who drove us to a small town an hour and a half drive away from Minsk. We listened to the Opposition Activists speak in Russian to a bunch of high schoolers who had come chasing rumors of a free lunch. Some of the speeches were translated for us, the essence seemed to be: "Hey, you can actually do something! You can make great culture an start an innovative new business! You have to get out of the old Soviet mentality of expecting free stuff for nothing." I noticed a slide with an angry, red smiley face accompanied by Marx and Lenin quotes, and then another slide with a green, happy smiley face and Ayn Rand and Von Mises quotes. UGH. LIBERTARIANS!?! How sad. I felt my enthusiasm about this project decrease a bit. Later I found out that they were not all libertards, luckily, but a broad coalition of "liberal" people, from center-left to hard minarchist. There are probably Ayn Rand quotes who are useful if you want to promote individualism in a society that sorely needs it, anyway. The kids who asked the "best questions" won a free lunch with the cool and trendy Opposition Activists.

Tom Friedman would have loved what happened next. The Opposition Activists spoke English with varying degress of success. Of the local kids, only one spoke English. Andrey had just spent the last 7 years or so in Greece. Because of his rusty Russian he didn't win the free lunch, but they let him sit with us during the lunch so we could talk. It was a fascinating conversation.
He preferred Greece to Belarus thousandfold. Andrey wanted to return there to study after graduating from high school. He was oblivious about Golden Dawn and said the protests there were just by lazy unemployed people. To him, Belarus was a vastly greater shithole. "Everybody hates the President, everybody's just drinking and drinking and drinking, and they have no hope at all for the future." He looked forward to returning to Greece, to somewhere where the world was flatter.

I don't know exactly how I feel about providing support to politically toothless libertarians, even in a grim dictatorship. At least the fact that they're politically toothless made it easier to get in and out, and enables them to be friendly, welcoming people. The other, vaguely left-or-center-or-something-liberal group The Organization cooperates with is insanely paranoid, full of infighting and secret police informants. But in this case, it seems my paranoia was completely unjustified, mostly because I went to Belarus to meet harmless people who do harmless, rather unproductive things. Belarus is still the worst dictatorship in Europe, but they don't arrest useless foreign political tourists for nothing. To conclude: This was fun and interesting for me, but it also seems pretty pointless in the broader struggle to bring DemocracyTM and FreedomTM to Belarus.

Aneristic Illusions / Norway and WWII
« on: November 29, 2012, 09:35:25 pm »
(Hopefully I'm going to work further on this, add some original thought and so on, but now: Sleep!)

When the Germans invaded Norway in April 1940, Nasjonal Samling, the Norwegian fascist party, reputedly had a few hundred members. At that point, the party was utterly incapable of governing anything. Luckily for them and their leader Vidkun Quisling, thousands of Norwegians joined NS and the membership reached a peak of somewhere around 50000 members in 1943. More importantly, somewhere between 150000 and 200000 Norwegians (out of about 1.4 million who were in work at that time) helped Nazi Germany build airports, military installations, and other infrastructure, and I believe Norwegian subcontractors of German companies are not included in that amount.

O.C. Gundersen was one of the main architects behind the Norwegian legal purge in the aftermath of World War II, in the post-war era he held various top government posts, such as Minister of Justice, ambassador to Moscow, Supreme Court Justice and more. During the invasion in 1940, while the Norwegian Army were still fighting in Northern Norway, the young aspiring Labour politician helped the Germans find thousands of workers to expand Trondheim's airports. This also happened in other parts of Norway. Oliver H. Langeland, leader of the Oslo branch of the resistance organization Milorg during the war, pointed this out in two books he released in 1948 and 1949. Many of his claims were declared null and void, his books were confiscated and he was effectively turned into a non-person. He is strangely absent in all Norwegian literature about WWII and military history older than a few years.

After the war, all members of Nasjonal Samling were collectively convicted of treason for being members of what was a legal political party at the time of the invasion (even though the Norwegian Constitution bans retroactive laws). Even inactive members were fined and labeled as traitors, and faced harassment in the media and the public. 25 NS members were executed, 22 of them with backgrounds in lower social strata, while most war profiteers came out of the war unpunished. Hundreds of Norwegian women who worked for the German Red Cross were convicted for having supported the Nazis. Thousands of so-called "German whores", young Norwegian women (most of them poor) who had sexual relations with German soldiers were interned in prison camps, allegedly to protect them from lynching and the rest of the population from STDs. The government also tried to send their offspring, so-called "German kids", to Australia (though that would probably have been better for them, because of extreme anti-German sentiment in the post-war years).

The short-lived Administration Council appointed by the Supreme Court just after the invasion ordered Norway's main navy yard, weapons and ammunitions factories to resume production, now for the benefit of Nazi Germany. None of these, mostly senior establishment politicians, were persecuted for their actions after the war. Neither were any of the members of Prime Minister Nygaardsvold's Labour government who were given warnings

When 550 Norwegian Jews were taken out of their homes and sent to Auschwitz in November 1942, it was organized by police inspector Knut Rød, who was tried and acquitted for his involvement in this because his actions "were necessary in order for him to perform the other, far, more important resistance work".
Everyone who weren't resisters from the outset of the war were guilty of treason, public figures proclaimed, while behind closed doors they fervently tried (successfully) to explain away their involvement with NS and the Germans. Many government officials stayed in their jobs during the entire war, followed orders from the occupation government, and designed the laws and provisions that got others (who also were "just following orders" and merely embodied their decisions) long jail terms.

In the polarized climate that followed, with "us" (good, decent Norwegians) pitted against "them" (the Germans and Nazi sympathizers), admitting that you're just a normal person who have made a lot of mistakes, during the war and otherwise, wasn't really feasible. You had to be a brave, patriotic Norwegian war hero like the rest of your compatriots supposedly were.

Or Kill Me / Depression
« on: November 26, 2012, 01:42:53 pm »
Hey buddy.
If you think depression is cool, you're DOING IT WRONG.
Feeling just a little sad, or cynical or nihilistic isn't depression.
Call me back when you've woken up in the morning one day and your bed is a trench a thousand feet deep with steep cliffs on all sides,
you have no motivation to do anything whatsoever, your life, your friends, your family, your education, your work and all the little things you usually enjoy mean absolutely nothing to you, you feel like just ceasing to exist forever.
Depressions can ruin large parts of your life, or it can be a wake-up call for a change in lifestyle. It may or may not help you get a more accurate view of the universe. But generally it's just a really shitty thing to go through.

Please stop belittling mental illness by wearing faux-depressions to appear "cool" or "intellectual" OR I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER.


Or Kill Me / Genocide 2.0
« on: October 15, 2012, 08:58:44 pm »
(I just felt like writing something, and here it is.)

A few years (15? 20?) into the future. Unnamed developing African country. Internet access has become commonplace. All citizens are equipped with electronic ID tags. After years of stable economic growth, the economy stagnates. People look for scapegoats, ethnic conflict flares up.

So you kinda like your neighbor, but he's a *insert ethnic group* and you're not. Understandably, you wouldn't want to kill the cockroach personally. Okay. That doesn't make you a traitor or a weak man in our eyes. Well... just a little. But we have a solution to that! Just donate a few bucks to our Kickstarter project!
You could also just kill him and his extended family, get looting rights AND you also get this shiny new phone!
Add two more families, and you might win this FANCY NEW CAR
And maybe you want to have dinner with a celebrity? Or an all-inclusive luxury vacation to Mauritius? A fancy new home? You can get all this and more by contributing to our project either financially, physically or both. Clean up the nation and win great prizes!
And remember, kids: Red tags are enemies, blue tags are friends!

In the civilized world, wherever that is in 15-20 years, people will say "Dude. How mean people can be. Africans.."
And nobody will ever track down the money that flowed in from multinational corporations who for some reason wanted the annoying *ethnic group* to go. Perhaps their ancient holy grazing grounds houses an oil field? Arms deals will be made, and injustices self-perpetuate.

Community-based, crowdsourced, crowdfunded - welcome to Genocide 2.0!

1. Weird timing.
2. I haven't noticed that many wars in Europe lately, so that must count for something.
3. The EU has done a lot to bring Eastern and Western Europe, and Germany and France closer together. North and South? Well..
4. Interesting that this comes from non-EU member Norway, where the EU is very, very unpopular (everything we ever hear is that they're going to take our snus tobacco, our postal services monopoly, our privacy, our workers' rights, our oil, our agriculture and our fish away.)

Literate Chaotic / Kafka Hotel
« on: October 09, 2012, 02:46:03 am »
"When I woke up the first morning, I discovered that my husband had been turned into a giant insect. I will certainly not recommend this hotel to any of my friends!"

« on: September 30, 2012, 01:09:21 am »
I'M NOT KIDDING YOU. CLICK HERE (and then "start").

High Weirdness / Norway, Rationalist Utopia
« on: September 14, 2012, 11:13:51 am » (Norwegian)
Considers casting curse upon football club
Referee Mikkel Nils Sara demands an excuse from Lyngen/Karnes. If he doesn't get that, he considers casting a curse upon them. The last club he cast a curse upon got relegated.

L/K came with allegations of match-fixing after the 1-2 defeat in Hammerfest in the weekend, after they had seen assistant referee Sara with a betting coupon at a gas station in advance of the match.

Now Sara demands an apology. The last time he asked for it from a football club, and did not get it, it ended up with him casting a curse upon Hammerfest in 1999.

The team lost game after game, eventually was relegated before coach Terje Hansen settled with Sara. In the meantime, he and the club tried several rituals to get rid of the sorcery - including fishing herring that he sacrificed at a sacrificial stone in Kvalsund.

- I take this seriously, it's serious accusations they make. I have never in my life bet on games I was refereeing. I hope that Lyngen/Karnes give me a call and apologize, and pretty quick. I demand that they do, Mikkel Nils Sara tells Nordlys.
If L/K refuse to apologize, he does not rule out doing what he did in 1999.

Now he's waiting for the team from Northern Troms to make contact.

- We'll see what happens. Maybe they'll contact me, says Sara, who experienced a phone storm yesterday.

He feels that L/K has taken the matter to a level it does not belong on.

- I can hardly talk about it when it sinks so deep. This is a low point, says Mikkel Nils Sara.

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