Some of you might have heard of Anders Behring Breivik in the news? He was the terrorist who killed over 70 people on 22 of July 2011, in Oslo.

For about 10 years ago i happened to "bump" into him by a coincident situation which i know look back at.

The situation had nothing to do with his beliefs or politics i was working in a place where i had to have some short contact with him.

I remember him because something about him was unexplainable and when i think back at that moment when i met him i see how gruesome he really is.

Breivik is a horrible person.

I watch him in court and see how little sympathy he has both for the victims and they`re relatives.
He is twisted in terrible ways.

I remember that he seemed like a recluse and somebody who didn`t give out information about himself like others do. A very peculiar and introvert person. Of course now we all can see him on the television but it is creepy for me to think that i stood eye to eye with the man who killed all those people.

He is nothing else but a monster.

You wouldn`t believe there was a follow up to my last blog entry, but there is

The night after i was also up and looking out of my window( i don`t look out at the window that often but it has been warm so i have been standing in it more then usually).

When i saw...around 1-2am two women standing outside the block of flats next to mine, then a van came driving up to the front door. I went inside for a moment(don`t want to look like a peeping neighbour), but i was a peeping neighbour 1 second later behind my curtains and i saw about 7 people all of a sudden . They had all stepped out of the van

For one moment i thought it was human trafficking because the van had no windows behind, only in the front seat, its a sorta van you would use for furniture just the smaller type.
Now i think it is some sort of a gathering maybe for a wedding? Strange vehicle to use to pick up your relatives from the airport(they were all asian/muslims). They must have been sitting on the floor in the back of the van.

Damn! I hate mysteries....

Today i saw something that made my mind wonder. I was up in the middle of the night again like i often am, and i went to open the window to get some air when i saw somebody.

It was about 4am and a muslim came out of a house, i thought he was probably going to work, since some foreigners work night shift (also non foreigners do that).

So i watched as he walk to the road and there he stopped. Then i saw a guy (also wearing muslim clothes) coming up to him and they both walked back to the house i think? They could also have walked to the garage maybe? I thought it looked suspicious so i didn`t want to stand in the window in fear of being seen, so i closed the curtains.
Now i am wondering???
If he was going to drive with the man to work then why meet him by foot first?
And if he went back to his flat then why????
Was the man a terrorist or a human trafficking person he is trying to hide in the night?

There is no transportation here at night, and he had no luggage, so i am wondering??

Also the guy picking him up looked tired like he had just pulled on something, he didn`t look ready for work, he wasn`t carrying anything.

So now i am wondering what i just saw. Muslims don`t drink, so they don`t party.

Especially not the once wearing muslim clothes.

My thoughts is that the man arriving didn`t know which building to enter, all the building here look alike(block flats).

So then obviously they cannot know each other well.

Ay..needed to get this out of my head, maybe its nothing, maybe its just a guy who had some problems in his marriage and needed a place to crash for the night?

And then he didn`t remember what house it was?

Friends often meet each other that way when someone can`t find they`re way...so maybe i am making a storm in a china porcelain tea cup?

For as long as i can remember i see the sisterly bond i had to all of my sisters. I grew up with 2 half siblings but i also had one biological sister who lived with our father(until she was 15 and moved in with our mother).

The bond to my half siblings were strong, i was the oldest and had to take care of them.
I watched as they grew and became independent young ladies. One of my sisters insisted always to wear a pink hearted summer dress every time she went out, even in the winter, so we had some discussions and she always won them, every day and got to wear the dress in winter and even if it wasn`t washed.

Holding her little hand when i crossed the road was my favourite task as a big sister.

It made me afraid of losing her and protective at the same time, also it enhanced my role as a big sister.

We grow into our roles in life and measure our selves up to all life`s challenges.

Soon my little sister was strong enough to go out into the world on her own, and now she is a mother and someone i no longer have a bond to because we have had conflicts in our family. But i will always remember what it felt like to be a big sister.

Do you remember a movie called "the curious case of Benjamin Button"? Its about a man who grows backwards, he comes to the world as a old man and "grows" into a baby...

In his life he meets a woman first as a old man and nothing happens, and then she comes back some years later and they both meet up in they`re mid-life and fall in love with each other. Its a nice story and i feel as if i have been a part of it because i once liked a very old man but i didn`t fall in love with him and then i met someone younger who reminded me of him and i fell in love.

And the curious part of it was that nothing happened!