I want to make a collection of some of the offensive stuff I’ve come across online after the terror attack in Oslo and Utøya.
Nabogutten fortalte at hans pakistanske kompis ble dratt ut av 31 bussen og banket opp av et norsk par.
(The neighbour’s son told me that his Pakistani friend got pulled out of bus number 31 and beaten by a Norwegian couple)
The problem with Islam is that the religion actually preaches that to be a good Muslim, you have to kill non-Muslims.
Jeg synes det er avskyelig det som har skjedd, men jeg synes det er like avskyelig at enkelte medier forsøker å trekke en kobling mellom denne mannens udåd og Frp.
(I think it is disgusting what has happened, but I think it’s just as disgusting that some media are trying to draw a link between this man’s crime and Frp.)
The Sun front-page headline:
“Al-Qaeda Massacre” – Norway’s 9/11
Those fucking Al-Qaedas…
In addition to many other offensive comments.. I don’t know what to say. It’s simply hideous that people can think this way. It kills me to know that the media does not call him a terrorist because he’s a Christian.
It’s crazy being so far away from home. Of course I am happy to be safe, thousands of kilometers away from the bombing and the shooting, still it’s tough being the only Norwegian here. On Friday I went to bed knowing that 20 had been confirmed dead, when I woke up the number had risen to 80. Now we’re up in 91 dead, and 97 severely hurt, and many still missing, and I’m just hoping my friends are safe, and that this is all over now. Inshallah!
There has been no way for me to see the police press releases or be a part of the Norwegian society from here. I’m sending warm thoughts constantly; but sadly that’s all I can do. It has been hard to keep up to date with just twitter, reading how a Pakistani guy got beaten by a Norwegian couple for being Pakistani; how many first blamed “some muslim”; how the press refrains from calling Anders Breivik a terrorist after it was discovered he is Norwegian. I don’t like seeing my country and people being such rasists. Even VG asked the question of why he chose to use a method which is regarded as Islamist. We need to stop blaming Muslims for the problems in this world. Some of my best friends are Muslim; especially one who has taken such good care of me when all this bad happened to my county and the world around me just kept going as if nothing happened. What he did has nothing to do with Islam, it’s pure violence and evil. Still, I’m proud of being Norwegian. I’m proud to see how well the Prime Minister and the King has tackled it, as well as how we regardless of political views keep together as a nation during all of this.
While being here I have understood how proud of our nation we are. My friends here, whether Mauritian, Indian or even Danish don’t understand it. I’m proud of my country, as long as it keeps being a place where people from various backgrounds can live together and share their cultures.
Every time I get some internet-time I spend it working on the new blog I’ve made with Jeppe. It has all the information about our work on migrant workers conditions here. Have a look at MWMRU.
We had our last dinner with Yara at Indian Summer.
We went to Ile aux Cerfs, which was lovely!
Pauline and Tamy on the boat we took to get there.
We got fish for lunch.
All of us.
On the way back I phoned my dad to get the exam results. Tamy took a photo of it.
We went hiking on Le Pouce.
Where I was planking.
What a lovely night out!
There is a music festival going on, and yesterday we went to Quatre Bornes to see it. When we got there at 9pm, the entire park was filled with people. We had to jump a fence to get in. Normally it’s not safe to walk outside after sunset, which is 6pm, but we were a group of six, so it was fine. The boys told us to be careful anyway, because of people drinking and untrustworthy security workers. You would have to be careful at night back home too, but it feels strange not being able to trust the police.
So, the concert was good. When we got there this Mauritian comedian was doing a stand-up show in Creole. Apparently it was funny. Once he finished they started playing seggae, which is a fusion genre between sega, the traditional music of the Mascarene Islands, and reggae. It was invented by Kaya, whose life and influence deserves a separate blog post!
It was really interesting to see how everyone was dancing and enjoying the different musicians; I’ve never seen guys with such loose hips. I’m sometimes taking “classes” with Edeen, my brother. Whenever there is music he starts dancing. If I’m lucky he might let me film his hip-moving action and post it some time.
I’m enjoying myself! Internet comes and goes, and so does the water. Last weekend we took a trip to Casela, and spent some time in Africa Africa.
Me, Tamy, Natalia and Anca
A little update I wrote in France yesterday:
So I’m in Paris. I’ve been travelling for seven hours and now I’m getting ready for the 12-hour flight. I’ve never been outside Europe before, yet the thing I’m most curious about isn’t how Mauritius is going to be, but what a huge Mauritius Airlines airplane looks like. I don’t want to speculate too much in how my stay’s going to be – I’ll have to take it a day at a time anyway. As long as we don’t have rats or mice in my house I’m perfectly fine.
I’ve moved out of London as well. I’ve had my last night in halls, and I’ll miss the view of London Eye and the BT Tower. But leaving one thing behind means taking other things in. I think my mother is the one who’s freaking out the most about all of this. I feel like it’s all fine. I’m used to moving to new places – I don’t feel like I have a home in the normal sense of the word. I used to say that my home was wherever I was a gym membership. But now I think home is more like a state of mind. It’s somewhere you are, not physically but mentally, which I quite convenient when moving around a lot. I take my home with me everywhere I go, in the form of a tattoo on my left wrist. It says du er du – you are you – which is a good reminder if I were to forget.
I met a lady wearing a burka in the tax-free region. I wonder how she got through security.
After a tiny journey compared to what lies ahead, I’m now in London! It feels good to have one last night at home. The hallway smells different now, almost like in a hotel. The place has changed a lot after everyone moved out. My lease expires in ten days, so I guess it’s about time I packed up and left. It has been an amazing year in the heart of London. Unfortunately I’m not even close to being able to afford living in the City of London next year as well, but I’m ready to check out new parts of town. But before that I’ve got a job to do. I got my residence permit just a few hours ago, which for sure will come in handy. Mauritius here I come!
The Norwegian flag and chocolate is ready to go.
And someone’s guarding the bags.