– I’m lying if I say I did not feel guilty. I became a kind of scapegoat.

For the first few months after July 22, he wondered: Will I ever get to the hooks again? Will I be able to return to the meaning of normal work?

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Knut Storberget remembers every second. He was on his way to the cabin on Tolga by car with the family, it was a little over half past three when the phone rang.

A violent explosion in the Government Quarter. He understood at once that there was no cabin trip, and he was dropped off in Engerdal.