Once upon a time (actually in 2003) in the Norwegian mountains, when I was on the run from prison, I had taken refuge in a cabin in the mountains and saw from a map that it was possible to park the car on a road leading up to the same mountain from the north side, only 500 meters or so from the cabin, accessible via a road from the south side of the mountain. So I left the cabin and drove the 1,5 hours around the mountain to park there instead. I figured it would be wise to do so, in case I had to split real fast. If the police got to know where I was they would be likely to come from the south side.
Using military tactics, not at all learned from the Norwegian army, of course, I walked in a big U formation to get to the cabin – to make sure that I would see anyone following me, if there were any. Because of this I approached the cabin from the south, and some 200 meters south of the exit leading to the cabin a huge SUV was parked in a way that obviously intended to block the road. There were no other occupied cabins in the area (I checked those who were there), and the road was a dead end, so I got down, picked up my binoculars and tried to get a clear picture of what was happening. I then heard dogs barking by the cabin, and shortly after I saw men wearing black or at least very dark parkas and ski masks, helmets and automatic weapons. One of them had a German shepherd and a revolver or pistol in his other hand and they followed a trail I had walked on some hours earlier. I was located some 100 meters south of the parked car, so they were about 300 meters away, walking right into my field of vision, not knowing I was there. Cool. Now, if only I had a rifle…
I was possibly armed with a pistol, a Walther PPK, and a hand grenade (M67), although I would say otherwise if the police asked me about this, but whether this is true or not, I came to the conclusion that I was lucky to see them first, unlucky not to have a rifle (all three of my contacts had failed to deliver what they promised) and I was not James Bond. So I chose to live to fight another day, and retreated slowly. When out of sight I dashed for the car, I zig-zagged whilst running across a bog, because I did not know whether or not there were more of them or if they had spotted me by then. In the car – a car with an old diesel engine – I started «glowing» the car and then hurridly threw a bullet resistant vest over the driver’s seat back, in case they could see me and started shooting and when finished «glowing» could start the car and drove off… without any of my equipment, food or money – all of it being left in the cabin. I was alone, had nobody to help me, nobody to support me, and I had not really broken too many laws, so giving myself up to the police in Oslo was the best option I could find. Well, possibly after getting rid of a few items of course… I chose Oslo because I figured it would be safer for me to surrender to professional policemen in front of witnesses rather than to some hillbilly sheriff in the countryside where nobody saw what happened. I believed by then that the men I saw were policemen, SWAT.
When questioned by the police they refused to have ever been by the cabin. The policeman I talked to was himself (a hillbilly sheriff…) responsible for the SWAT operations in the area, and he had not given any orders whatsoever in this context. Nor did they use such SUVs, he argued.
So who was that? Who were the men by the cabin? Thankfully the judge wrote that I had seen hunters (with ski masks, German shepherds and automatic weapons…) or even ghosts (the judge wrote that!), and that there had been no policemen in the area whatsoever, and that was the end of that story. In a penal situation that was a story I could well live with, so I did nothing to question it or try to bring the facts on the table. I got away real easy.
By chance I know a few Norwegians who serve or have served in FSK, a company of Norwegian special forces with police authority, and they have told me that there is a special unit in FSK with soldiers trained for action against Norwegian citizens in Norway, available for «special use», including taking care of troublesome individuals in Norway, but they only act if ordered to do so by the minister of justice in Norway himself. My Spec Op friends could also tell me that the car I described to them was identical to the car used by this unit of military assassins. Ah… well, so I guess I was more lucky than I first thought, when I saw them before they saw me… *phew*
But who do I think I am?! Do I really think I am or at least was so important that they would risk a political crisis just to get rid of me? Well, at the time we had a Jewish minister of justice, with the Norwegian sounding name Odd Einar Dørum. (Google translate his Norwegian Wikipedia entry, instead of reading his very short English entry, to find info on his Jewish origin.) I was alone in the middle of the mountains, there were no witnesses there, they had demonized me for a decade already, so even if someone got to know of this they were unlikely to care. At the time I was their most hated dissident in Norway, and of course I was no less anti-Jewish than I am today, so… why not? It is not like Jews have never resorted to such tactics before.
FSK training.
The subject of who they were was as mentioned discussed in court, but not a single journalist present brought this story to the public. It was bygone in complete silence.
What are we to believe? I have never heard about such military assassins in Norway before, and even I, a dissident, didn’t think Norway was that extreme. It sounds a bit like something from a novel, but the police claimed and apparently proved to the judge that they had not been there, and yet I saw these men – and unless foreign powers operate on Norwegian soil, who else could it have been?
All I know is that hunters don’t use ski masks, helmets, German sheperds or automatic weapons, and they don’t park their cars like that either. I must have seen «ghosts»…
Today I am a family man, and they have guys like Breivik to worry about, but I still think it might be wise of me not to spend too much time in Norway as long as it is run by Jewish Marxist extremists. I could run into «ghosts» again, and perhaps I would not be as lucky the next time. HailaR WôðanaR!
PS. I am a bit reluctant to tell this story, because it is very strange, scary and unbelievable!
