The front pages screamed at Johanne Vik when she glanced over at the petrol station before swinging into the ICA car park at Ullevål Stadium. It was difficult to find a parking place. The supermarket was normally busy, especially on a Saturday morning, but this was pure chaos. It was as if people didn’t know what to do. They obviously didn’t want to be at home. They had to get out. They sought the company of others who were as anxious, as angry as they were. Mothers clutched their children tightly by the hand and the youngest were strapped in to their pushchairs and prams. Fathers carried older children on their shoulders just to be safe. People stood around in groups talking, with friends and strangers alike. They all had newspapers. Some had a radio earpiece and were listening to the news – it was midday exactly. They stared straight ahead with great concentration and repeated slowly to those around them: ‘The police still have no leads.’ Then they all sighed. A communal, desperate sigh oozed over the car park.
