Friday, 7th of April, 2.53 pm
A truck drowe down Drottninggatan in Stockholm, killing four people and hurting at least 15.
Drottninggatan is the biggest shopping street in Stockholm, it's always crowded, you can find all the big stores here. On this street, a man decided to drive the truck he had just stolen. At high speed, forcing those he didn't mow down to throw themselves all over the place to escape. Four people are dead now, one of them a child.
The police arrested the perpetatrator last night. He is charged with suspected terror attack. He is not Swedish. He is a muslim fugitive from Uzbekistan who Sweden has taken in and helped. He chose to attack Swedish people, hoping to kill as many as possible with the stolen truck.
My husband heard the engine and the crash when the truck smashed into a building. He had walked past the exact spot a minute earlier.
My daughter rang from her school, they were not allowed to leave.
I couldn't reach my son at first. Can you imagine how it felt to not reach him, when I knew he was working in Stockholm and that he ususally works around Drottninggatan?
Yesterday was the longest and the worst afternoon in my life. My family stuck in Stockholm, no trains were running, no busses. Around 7 pm they let on the commuters again and I could finally get my family home. Son had to walk from Solna to Liljeholmen, that's 9 kilometers. Husband walked almost as far to get to a point where I could pick him up.
I'm not right in the head at the moment, I feel so much hate toward the perpetrator and people like him. Those who think they have the right to hurt and kill in the name of religion. They are the ones not deserving to live.
My family is safe. That is what matters. I will try to get over the hate, but it'll take time.
Drottninggatan is the biggest shopping street in Stockholm, it's always crowded, you can find all the big stores here. On this street, a man decided to drive the truck he had just stolen. At high speed, forcing those he didn't mow down to throw themselves all over the place to escape. Four people are dead now, one of them a child.
The police arrested the perpetatrator last night. He is charged with suspected terror attack. He is not Swedish. He is a muslim fugitive from Uzbekistan who Sweden has taken in and helped. He chose to attack Swedish people, hoping to kill as many as possible with the stolen truck.
My husband heard the engine and the crash when the truck smashed into a building. He had walked past the exact spot a minute earlier.
My daughter rang from her school, they were not allowed to leave.
I couldn't reach my son at first. Can you imagine how it felt to not reach him, when I knew he was working in Stockholm and that he ususally works around Drottninggatan?
Yesterday was the longest and the worst afternoon in my life. My family stuck in Stockholm, no trains were running, no busses. Around 7 pm they let on the commuters again and I could finally get my family home. Son had to walk from Solna to Liljeholmen, that's 9 kilometers. Husband walked almost as far to get to a point where I could pick him up.
I'm not right in the head at the moment, I feel so much hate toward the perpetrator and people like him. Those who think they have the right to hurt and kill in the name of religion. They are the ones not deserving to live.
My family is safe. That is what matters. I will try to get over the hate, but it'll take time.