Northern wind, part VI
I'll give you, black sensations up and down your spine,
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine,
See my white light flashin' as I split the night,
'cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right.
As I awoke from my nightmare I felt something heavy on my back. My whole world was spinning and I couldn’t hear a thing. I lay still, tried to comprehend what just had happened. I tried to turn around, could not move my head without feeling sick. Slowly, bit by bit I came undone from the pieces of the basement door. I looked outside. The mushroom cloud was still there. I crawled back, remembered the shelter. My mum was there, physically. Her mouth open, a scream with no sound. Later I was glad that the bomb temporarily took away my hearing. I looked around, everything was still there; water, canned food, blankets, the radio, a flashlight, and all the other stuff we packed away. I tried to ease my mother’s pain, shook her hard. Hell – I even smacked her face. No reaction. I found my cigarettes and went outside to have a look at the house. It was quiet, I hadn’t realized my hearing was gone, I saw the fires, the smoke, to the south I saw hell on earth. I tried to realize what had just happened, but my mind was numb. I tried to comprehend what had happened to my home but I couldn’t. All the glass in the windows was gone and parts of the paint were bubbly. I went to the north side of the house to see if we still had the oil for the stove. And I fell to my knees, crying.
Askøy County – Kleppestø.
After the trembling had stopped, a short period of hysteria followed. The inhabitants of the shelter went crazy and the janitor had to use force to keep some of the people off the doors. After the initial chaos everybody settled down. But soon the banging on the doors started. They rattled the handles, banged on the doors – faint screams were heard. Some of the insiders tried to get out, but the janitor had good use in the soldiers that where on the inside, and their weapons. The first 24 hours were bad. A communications officer had brought a radio set, but all he could get were static and strange noises. The big quiet came after 36 hours in the shelter. No banging on the doors, no more screams. We thought we knew why.
The worker was feelin ill, hangover he thought. The attack happened much as he had expected but for one thing, he was still alive, why the Soviets hadn’t nuked Bergen directly was a mystery to him. He didn’t know that a SS-17 missile with Bergen’s coordinates punched into the flight computer exploded in its silo at Yedrovo. He remembers the power went down, the LP stopped slowly while he was listening to Aase's Death by Grieg. He remembers seeing the flash, then the shock wave and the fires. Hell on earth to the south, but he stood by the open window, watching.
That’s it for today.
I'll give you, black sensations up and down your spine,
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine,
See my white light flashin' as I split the night,
'cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right.
As I awoke from my nightmare I felt something heavy on my back. My whole world was spinning and I couldn’t hear a thing. I lay still, tried to comprehend what just had happened. I tried to turn around, could not move my head without feeling sick. Slowly, bit by bit I came undone from the pieces of the basement door. I looked outside. The mushroom cloud was still there. I crawled back, remembered the shelter. My mum was there, physically. Her mouth open, a scream with no sound. Later I was glad that the bomb temporarily took away my hearing. I looked around, everything was still there; water, canned food, blankets, the radio, a flashlight, and all the other stuff we packed away. I tried to ease my mother’s pain, shook her hard. Hell – I even smacked her face. No reaction. I found my cigarettes and went outside to have a look at the house. It was quiet, I hadn’t realized my hearing was gone, I saw the fires, the smoke, to the south I saw hell on earth. I tried to realize what had just happened, but my mind was numb. I tried to comprehend what had happened to my home but I couldn’t. All the glass in the windows was gone and parts of the paint were bubbly. I went to the north side of the house to see if we still had the oil for the stove. And I fell to my knees, crying.
Askøy County – Kleppestø.
After the trembling had stopped, a short period of hysteria followed. The inhabitants of the shelter went crazy and the janitor had to use force to keep some of the people off the doors. After the initial chaos everybody settled down. But soon the banging on the doors started. They rattled the handles, banged on the doors – faint screams were heard. Some of the insiders tried to get out, but the janitor had good use in the soldiers that where on the inside, and their weapons. The first 24 hours were bad. A communications officer had brought a radio set, but all he could get were static and strange noises. The big quiet came after 36 hours in the shelter. No banging on the doors, no more screams. We thought we knew why.
The worker was feelin ill, hangover he thought. The attack happened much as he had expected but for one thing, he was still alive, why the Soviets hadn’t nuked Bergen directly was a mystery to him. He didn’t know that a SS-17 missile with Bergen’s coordinates punched into the flight computer exploded in its silo at Yedrovo. He remembers the power went down, the LP stopped slowly while he was listening to Aase's Death by Grieg. He remembers seeing the flash, then the shock wave and the fires. Hell on earth to the south, but he stood by the open window, watching.
That’s it for today.