I HAVE FIVE DRAWERS IN MY HEAD.
THE THREE TOP ONES I OPEN ALL THE TIME.
DRAWER NUMBER FOUR MUCH LESS OFTEN.
THE BOTTOM DRAWER I CLOSED ON MAY 8, 1945.
AND HAVE NEVER OPENED IT SINCE.
GUNNAR SØNSTEBY
REPORT FROM # 24
We're ready. Can you hook up his mic?
Sure. We'll be right out.
Ready, Gunnar?
I'm ready.
- Everything okay? - Yes, fine.
This too shall pass.
- Welcome. - Thank you so much.
- Petter. - Hello. Welcome.
Right.
You expecting some old person here?
Let's discuss...
values.
Look at this craziness.
NAZI BOOK BURNING
CAUSES INTERNATIONAL CONCERN
My father gave me a book the other day by a man called Langhoff.
About his time in a German concentration camp.
They'll definitely burn that one.
A prison camp?
He wrote that they have been interning political opponents for years.
- Communists? - Pretty much anyone, I think.
It's called The Peat Bog Soldiers. Køhn has it at his store.
Or I can lend it to you.
I understand that they have to keep the communists under control.
The same applies here too.
Or we'll all end up in Moscow someday.
Do you hear what you're saying, Erling?
- Can't people believe what they want? - Sure. I guess.
This isn't about communism.
No one should be imprisoned for their beliefs.
You know what I mean.
No, I don't know what you mean.
The fire's ready.
Good. Put this on.
I attended the same school as you over 70 years ago.
And we lived in a democracy.
But...
then we noticed that the noose started tightening.
Do you feel safe?
That's good.
I also felt safe.
And my friends
felt safe.
Until we no longer were.
We thought we were living in a post-war period.
Then suddenly we realised
we had been living in an interwar period.
When the Germans invaded Norway on April 9, 1940,
they only needed 800 soldiers to take Oslo.
That's twice the number seated here now.
In war, you have to decide if you want to accept the situation you are in.
Let that become your daily life. Or to do something.
Thereby risking everything.
I kept going to work.
But I had trouble concentrating.
Everyone out!
You aren't very skittish, are you...
Sønsteby?
I do feel somewhat defiant, I'll admit that.
How defiant?
Quite defiant.
We have a small group that's talked about heading into the woods.
Interested in joining us?
What else could we do?
We had to try to fight back.
Hi. Sønsteby.
But the Germans were everywhere already.
Run!
It was hopeless.
Cover the flank!
We didn't stand a chance.
Here!
We were so damned unprepared.
So I promised myself, I would never be poorly prepared again.
I contracted pneumonia and a sinus infection
and was told to take it easy for two years.
People say good health is what matters.
PRIME MINISTER QUISLING
OUTLINES POLITICAL FUTURE
That is not the case.
Peace and freedom trumps everything.
And after two months
I met some like-minded fellows.
This is London. At times like this, many probably wonder:
Can our nerves withstand this, or will we lose all hope...
Knut Haugland, whom I knew from Rjukan.
And Max Manus.
Andreas Aubert.
Gregers Gram.
And Tallak. Edvard Tallaksen.
I found use for my background as an accountant.
I became Erling Fjeld.
Gunnar Lier. Harald Sørensen.
A bakery in Grønland, run by Reidun Andersen,
became a hub for us.
Making a newspaper was one thing, but we wanted to do more.
The Norwegian government had fled to London.
I heard they had a representative at the British legation in Sweden.
I wanted to meet him.
BRITISH LEGATION – STOCKHOLM
- I need to build a network in Oslo. - Okay?
But if you'd rather go to England and be trained in sabotage,
we can arrange that as well.
- Thanks, I think I'll stick to Oslo. - Okay.
Your code name will be...
No. 24.
Here you go.
Your first mission.
CENTRAL BANK OF NORWAY
- Forfang. - Erling Fjeld.
Ivar Thiedemansen asked me to receive you.
Yes.
So, what is this about?
The Norwegian government in London has asked me to request
a loan of your banknote printing plates.
You wish to borrow
the printing plates for our Norwegian banknotes?
Yes.
Resistance work is quite costly, as I'm sure you understand.
We also need a sample of the paper you use.
Miss Løberg?
Thank you for an interesting chat.
- How can I get you to trust me? - This meeting is over.
Miss Løberg will show you out.
Mr Fjeld?
Mr Fjeld!
Your grandchildren will speak German.
What did you say?
Your grandchildren will speak German
unless we do something.
This is your chance to stand on the right side of history.
How can I know you represent the government?
How can I know that?
You'll just have to trust me.
Easy for you to say.
If this goes wrong, I'll be shot.
As will the bank manager and the entire board.
That goes for all of us.
If you are who you claim to be,
ask the Voice from London
to say this on the radio the day after tomorrow...
THE ETERNAL LONGING
...then I'll consider it.
This is London.
During days like these it is important not to get discouraged.
Here are 16 special messages.
One. A man you can trust.
Two. A long spear in your fist.
Three.
The eternal longing...
I desperately hope you know what you are doing.
You have until Thursday night.
Where are we going today?
Kongsvinger. I have to bring a package to Sweden.
Daniel Ring?
It's here.
A meeting at the University Aula.
Reichskommissar Terboven and Minister President Quisling are joint protectors.
Led by Captain Maksvig, the company marched through the streets of Oslo.
The Hird's Military School in Kongsvinger has completed a course.
Hird leader, Marthinsen, handed diplomas to the new platoon leaders.
That man is worse than Quisling.
Then they held a small social gathering.
Marthinsen was chief of the State Police and leader of the Hird.
He allowed his men to torture Norwegians.
The Norwegian Nazis were to some extent worse than the Germans.
I couldn't comprehend how our countrymen could collaborate with our occupiers.
That made it difficult to know who you could trust.
The government in London needed eyes and ears in Oslo.
And I was appointed leader of our small organisation.
Information was gathered and smuggled over to Sweden.
And then flown to London.
But the Gestapo had become aware of the growing resistance movement.
Our people were arrested all over the country.
The Germans wanted to get hold of those in charge.
Turn him over.
What about Hornbæch? Couldn’t he drive to Kongsvinger?
Andreas needs a word with you.
He told me...
What was that?
The Germans poured boiling oil up Kristian's rectum.
Andreas' brother.
He burned from the inside.
Hi, Andreas.
Sorry about Kristian.
He was one of a kind.
Yes, he was.
What kind of people do such things?
Who does that?
Everyone will understand if you want out now.
I don't want out.
I want to do the hard things.
Understand?
- Hi. - Hi.
- She's here. - Right.
Hello.
- Krogh. - Gudrun Collett.
Krogh?
Isn't it Fjeld?
Krogh, Fjeld... Five pockets, one for each man.
It's just a matter of remembering which one.
- You're a fixer? - Yes, you could say that.
You need access to apartments?
Yes.
Why so many?
I never spend two nights in the same place.
Mrs Collett supplied me with a network of apartments.
I simply followed the Germans' logic.
Because they worked day in and out, methodically,
to get an overview of where we were.
The Germans would usually arrest people
between 4 and 6 a.m.
So I got up every morning at 3:30 a.m.
I'd spend a few minutes on the street, then head into the woods
for a few more hours' sleep.
Then I would return to the city.
We open again tomorrow morning.
Geschlossen.
Thank you, miss.
It smells lovely in here.
May I...
Reidun?
Please.
Bring out the prisoners.
First one.
Do you know who this is?
Look at him.
Next.
How about him?
I don't know.
Are you sure?
No.
I didn't say anything.
Nothing.
Okay.
I saw several of our men.
I saw Solnørdal.
I don't know how long he'll last.
They will do anything
to get your name.
Okay.
What are you up to these days?
You don't want to know.
But...
you got a pass to travel to Rjukan?
By the way...
Quite a few people are looking for me.
And there will probably be more.
And I can't shake the thought that they...
that they may come after you.
You do your job.
And we'll do ours.
- Hi, Gunnar! - Hello.
...cooperation between the German and Norwegian constabulary.
It is important, Mr Marthinsen, that we stop this terrorist activity.
Well?
Did you get everything out of him?
It's impossible to know.
No, it isn't. You just need to exert yourself a little.
Then they sing like sparrows.
- Excuse me for a moment. - Of course.
Come.
Isn't it a little cold here?
What?
The name of your boss. Your leader.
His full name.
Gunnar...
Gunnar.
We need his last name.
Sønsteby...
Gunnar Sønsteby?
See?
That wasn't so hard.
- I apologise for that interruption. - Not at all.
But I'd say
the wait...
was definitely worth it.
GUNNAR SØNSTEBY
200,000 KRONER REWARD
Stop.
Papers, please.
Okay. Continue.
[German voices]
Do come in, Sønsteby.
Like hell!
Stop!
LEUCHARS, SCOTLAND – 1943
Kjakabråten!
There you are.
- Hi. - Good to see you.
Likewise.
About time you got out.
Yes, but I want to get back as soon as possible.
One thing at a time, Gunnar.
Erling Fjeld.
They've requested a word with you.
- Okay? - I told them you're the real deal.
But they refuse to accept it.
Mr Fjeld.
Just tell us one more time, Mr Fjeld,
why you have survived, when so many of your contacts haven't.
Some of us believe that this is close to impossible.
When something is impossible,
there tends to be a few obvious explanations.
- What are you saying? - We're not saying anything. You tell us.
I'm a thorough man.
Few can be thorough on this level over time.
- What am I supposed to say to that? - But you can.
Well, I'm not saying that I am better than anyone,
but I plan ahead all the hours I'm awake.
- So do all the others. - I wish that was true.
- So there's no component of luck in this? - Oh, yes.
Luck and good planning.
Do you drink alcohol?
Not since the war started. I find it counterproductive.
- You don't need it to calm your nerves? - No.
- What about women? - What about them?
Do you like women?
- Some agents prefer male company. - Shocking as it may seem.
Yes, I do like women.
How many female contacts have you established?
- I'd say about five. - How many of them have you slept with?
- I find your questions quite personal. - Just answer.
Zero women since the war started.
I find that very hard to believe, Mr Fjeld.
Sorry, I don't feel that's my responsibility.
Do you do anything to calm your nerves?
Yes.
I plan and prepare, as I've already told you.
That's the thing that calms my nerves.
I'm sure you've had quite enough of this room.
I apologise on behalf of my agency, but we had to be absolutely certain.
It seems you're one of those rare and brilliant individualists
who's able to achieve things that others cannot.
We're rather impressed.
I wish you nothing but the very best of luck in your training.
After a few months' training in Scotland, I returned to Norway.
I now felt ready for more advanced missions.
But first I was to meet the new leader of the Resistance,
Jens Christian Hauge.
I got some eggs for breakfast.
I'll give you a taste of my husband's invention.
It helps against everything.
He claimed.
Except for brain tumours,
as it turned out.
Yes, my condolences.
Thank you.
But we won't let ourselves get mired in that darkness.
A little joy is important now and then.
In spite of everything going on.
When was he supposed to come?
He'll be here.
Do you dance?
No.
You can't forget to breathe, even though there's a war.
Let's take one thing at a time.
You're serious.
No more food for you unless you dance.
I see.
Have you never danced?
Of course.
- Okay. - Absolutely.
Place your right hand on my shoulder.
And the other hand here.
I'll lead.
Now.
You're stiff as a board!
You have to breathe.
In through your nose...
out through your mouth. One more time.
And let's try again.
On three.
Right...
Heavy, light, light, heavy...
That's it. Excellent.
Don't forget to breathe.
- Hi. - Hello. Welcome.
Mr Hauge.
- Coffee? - Please.
I'm trying to teach no. 24 how to breathe.
Have you turned 25?
Yes.
You may not get much older.
Have you thought about that?
I can live with that.
How do you think you'd respond to torture?
I don't know.
That's the only right answer.
We will be working together, you and I.
We have an urgent matter.
Okay.
Quisling and Marthinsen want to force Norwegian boys to fight for the Germans.
Send them to Russia as cannon fodder.
3000 young men have been ordered to the Employment Office tomorrow.
By sunrise, you need to destroy it.
55 Akersgata.
That's right here.
A deserted building, closed at night.
And we're blowing up an archive, not a city block.
Gregers, 8-10 kilos?
Ten should do.
Max, I talked to Selvaag. You can get weapons from him.
Tallak, you recon Akersgata.
We meet back here at seven.
Sure, we have handguns.
Akersgata 55.
All this has to be checked before we meet at eight.
Yes, yeah.
What did I just say?
You said that... me...
And... and...
And Max...
Tallak, this won't do.
I smiled at her. We're at a café.
Aren't we allowed to smile at people? Is that what it's come to?
Some of us have feelings, even though you don't.
Fine, okay. Go ahead and smile.
And when you're done smiling, get back to Akersgata.
I just came from there.
That key I gave you...
Did you check if it fit?
We're ready.
Okay.
MAY 18, 1944
The keys?
Nice place.
There are people here.
We can't let that stop us.
Hello, can I help you?
- What's going on here? - Overtime. Tomorrow is a busy day.
And you?
We're here to check the vents.
Great, it does get stuffy in here.
- We'll take care of that. - Thank you.
You know what?
When I see youngsters like you idling about,
you know what I think?
I think, dammit. If I were young I'd be doing everything in my power
to kick these scumbags out of here.
I feel like giving you a beating.
To be perfectly honest.
- We're working. No thanks. - Max...
I'll take a sip after all.
- Thanks for offering. - Sure.
What the hell's going on here?
I'll tell you this. If I were still capable of running,
I'd give them some serious hell.
Back in the day, there wasn't a soul who could run faster than me.
And I had stamina, too.
Hello?
Hello!
This building is about to blow sky high.
Everyone get out!
Me first!
You need to get out of here, pal.
Get out of here!
And what do you think the papers wrote the following day?
That's right. Nothing.
What we read in the papers is there because those who make them
decide what to print and what not to print.
In a war, newspapers are only good for lighting fires.
Nothing else.
This is Marthinsen.
Goddammit!
That’s enough!
Gustav Sønsteby?
- Yes? - You need to come with us.
One moment.
He's been sent to Grini prison camp.
They know your name.
They know who you are.
We knew something like this could happen.
Carry these with you at all times.
You can't let them take you alive.
The Germans know about this apartment.
Okay, I’m leaving.
Thank you.
Papers.
And your backpack.
Check it.
Where are you heading to, Fjeld?
- To work. - Work?
What kind of work?
Insurance.
What do you think? Insurance?
Have a nice day.
Thank you.
Off you go.
So they didn't recognise you?
Fortunately I'm quite average.
You are many things, Gunnar, but average isn't one of them.
Do you ever wonder
what you're going to do when this is all over?
No.
Why not?
I can't think about that now.
I want to live in a free country. Everything else is secondary.
It could be smart to lay low for a while.
I'm just saying it could be smart to lay extra low for a while.
You're probably right.
What?
I've...
I've met someone.
Someone, what does that mean?
A woman?
I know you don't like it.
But these things happen.
And I'm in full control.
What does full control mean?
That I've thought about what I have to do if I get caught.
That...
I know exactly what I have to do.
No one's going to get caught, Tallak.
Kongsberg Weapons Factory.
850 Norwegians are forced to produce Swedish Bofors cannons for the Germans.
The Allies want to bomb the entire factory.
Downtown Kongsberg will be destroyed.
We have a better idea, but it's risky.
You have to get inside the factory.
There are German guards, but you should be able to do it between two rounds.
- Where is it? - What?
- The explosives. - Inside.
Inside what?
The factory.
I've smuggled in over 70 kilos of explosives in my workbench.
- Who told you to do that? - We thought it was a good idea.
That means we have to wire everything inside the factory.
Yes.
The plan was to wire everything before we went inside.
Now we'll need at least ten more minutes in there.
That's how long the guards take for one round.
Okay.
Let's get started.
- We have a key. - We don't want them to know that.
Ten minutes.
Five minutes.
Come on! Finish up!
Three minutes.
Give me the fuse. We're out of time.
- We have to get out now. - I have to start the fuse!
Come on!
Here!
HOKKSUND – 20 KM FROM KONGSBERG
Papers.
Step out of the vehicle.
Fine, everything is in order.
Continue.
...they were not very impressed by that.
New rule!
From now on,
I don't want to see anyone drinking before or during a mission.
After a mission,
when everyone is safe, that's a different matter.
Do I make myself clear?
Everything okay?
They want me in London.
- Do you know what it's about? - No.
No nonsense while I'm gone.
We know. We're careful.
Right.
Gunnar?
Well, I'll be!
- It's been a while. - You can say that again.
This is Annlaug.
Gunnar. Nice to meet you.
Gunnar and I grew up together.
We spent a lot of time together in the mountains, before...
Before everything.
How is your father doing?
He'll be fine.
And you? I thought you worked for your father?
It got a little messy.
I suppose I'm between jobs now.
Yeah.
That happens.
Times are hard.
Going on a trip?
It's just work stuff.
- City life? - Yes.
You could say that.
- It's good to see you again. - Likewise.
- See you later. - See you.
Thank you.
Well, hello!
Your Majesty.
So, what is your name today?
Erling Fjeld?
Harald Sørensen.
Electrician from Grefsen.
Your Royal Highness.
I have to leave, unfortunately.
I just wanted to take the opportunity to meet you.
- It is an honour. - Likewise.
Have a nice lunch.
Shall we?
I took the liberty
of ordering for both of us.
Thank you, Your Majesty. It looks lovely.
Bon appétit!
I hear
you are accomplishing great things back in Oslo.
Thank you.
I'd like to go back and do more.
Please...
you need this more than I do, my boy.
- Thank you. - And of course
you are going back home.
Dammit, I want you to make as much mischief as you possibly can!
I will never forget that meeting.
It was as if the king ordered me to sweep those vermin out of the country.
But before I got back home,
I received a different message.
Tallak and Gregers
had come in contact with two German deserters
from the Luftwaffe.
They thought they were two German deserters.
Gregers... was killed on the spot.
Tallak was shot in the face.
He was taken to the war hospital.
Had I been in Oslo, that meeting would never have happened.
It wouldn't have been allowed to happen.
But I wasn't there.
None of us know how we might respond to torture.
Will you break,
and snitch on everyone you know?
No one wants to find themselves in that situation.
And sometimes it can be avoided.
But at a price.
Your new orders.
I have heard that you in the Resistance
sometimes had to kill Norwegians.
Yes.
And... have you done that?
Have you ever experienced war?
No, I haven't.
But my parents have.
Then I imagine
your parents most likely understand what I'm talking about.
And to all of you, let me say
that I hope you won't have to understand it
as long as you live.
In war, all nuances disappear. It becomes an either-or.
And suddenly...
completely different rules apply.
During the war,
I lost eight of my closest friends because of the Germans.
How would you react...
if your friends were informed on?
I wouldn't have liked it.
No.
But... have you done it?
Other questions?
These are only the worst.
All of them are Norwegians.
Marthinsen is the most zealous Nazi in Norway.
But we need more time with him. Let's start with this one.
He's almost as bad.
He's directly responsible for the deaths of several of our men.
Aim...
Fire!
I can ask someone else, Gunnar, if you find it difficult.
I can't have the boys do this unless they know I can do it myself.
I'll deal with him.
Take someone with you.
There's...
one thing we need to agree on.
All of this
is to remain between you and me.
Now and forever.
Who took out who, where, when, is information we take to the grave.
Excuse me.
I saw you came out of number 1.
Do you live there?
Yes.
Do you like living there?
Why do you ask?
Would you say this is a nice neighbourhood?
Absolutely.
Nice neighbours?
It varies.
Especially these days.
Oh? What do you mean by that?
Do you perhaps have a neighbour who isn't that nice?
You could say that.
How close does he live?
Gunnar.
It's him.
Then I'll do this.
You have to discard.
Oops.
You sly dog.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Wait!
Thank you.
Yes?
Have things that happened during the war bothered you afterwards?
During the war, my life
was as extreme as it can possibly be.
My head never rested.
I let very little get to me.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it.
I was thinking more about
you in the Resistance killing other Norwegians.
Right. Haven't we already discussed that?
Yes, but I don’t think you answered properly.
Apparently it happened...
eighty-two times.
During the war.
I haven't counted, but that is probably correct.
We only took those who were sworn Nazis.
And those who were doing things
that would never allow Norway to be free again.
And then there was no mercy?
No.
You can go for the second one.
Okay.
I might switch those two around.
Astrup and Finn Kaas. I don't know.
- That would be the youngest one... - Okay.
So you never considered non-violence?
Non-violence?
Yes.
Gandhi.
- If you've heard of him? - Gandhi wasn't fighting Nazis.
Non-violence is great.
By all means.
But it doesn't work
when your country is seized
by people with contempt for human worth.
I think that's exactly what it does.
Let's have this discussion again if there is another war
while you and I are still alive.
Okay.
We'll talk again if war breaks out.
Anyway,
let's move on to Captain Linge and his company.
Because in the Linge Company
there were very many men from Rjukan...
Yes?
Had everyone who was liquidated done something unforgivable?
Yes.
Sometimes there were grave consequences.
Like, for example, with Karl Marthinsen.
When it comes to Marthinsen, it was a pretty clear-cut case.
You can take Blindernveien all the way down.
We'll drive up here and hide...
Selvaag, give me a hand here?
He was responsible for the Holocaust in Norway.
He sent the Norwegian Jews to concentration camps.
You could call him the greatest mass murderer in Norwegian history.
So he had to go.
FEBRUARY 8, 1945
How did it go with your boy? Did he win that ski race?
Thanks for asking.
- But that happens today. - Oh, was it today?
- Then wish him the best of luck. - Thank you.
Sure is cold out today.
How many lives do you feel it was worth sacrificing
only to take Marthinsen's life?
When we shot Marthinsen,
the Germans took revenge. You're right about that.
The reprisals were so brutal
that we chose not to kill the next people on our list.
But within two days,
twenty-eight Norwegians were shot
at the Akershus fortress.
Many of our people among them.
And some unfortunate others.
Was it worth it?
That is impossible to answer.
What is freedom worth?
A relative of mine was shot by the Resistance.
Oh? I'm sorry to hear that.
Do you know what he had done?
It's not really clear.
Something about snitching on someone.
Yes. There was quite a bit of that
during the war.
I had hoped you maybe knew something
about it.
I see.
What was his name?
Erling Solheim.
We have received a letter.
Our people down at the post office found this letter addressed to the State Police.
The sender is offering information that could lead to your arrest.
You and others around you are mentioned by name.
He has offered to identify you.
No, I'm sorry. That name doesn't ring any bells.
"To the Head of the State Police, Oslo.
I have recently come in contact with people
involved in sabotage and other illegal activities."
I guess I'll just...
Let's try to continue. But thank you for your questions.
"I have heard and read so much about the beastly actions,
the so-called Home Front has carried out."
This Solheim needs to disappear before he tries to contact the State Police again.
Can you take care of it?
Yes.
I think freedom
is worth almost anything.
And that is why war is so mercilessly hard.
The fronts become impossible to surmount.
Because it's freedom
or death.
"I do not wish to supply too much information in writing.
But I can mention that I have information about Sønsteby,
Haugland and Helberg, whom I know are of interest to you."
I'd rather not have the police get involved, as they are not trustworthy.
If you could send me a travel permit to Oslo,
I could come immediately.
Respectfully, Erling Solheim."
May I have a word with you two?
I'll be damned...
From Rjukan.
Do you know him?
Take a State Police car.
Travel in plainclothes.
Here are your service IDs.
Solheim is unemployed. He lives at this address.
Sam Eydesgate.
Thank him kindly for the letter.
And ask him to come with you to Oslo.
Tell him the State Police is most grateful.
And that the 200,000 kroner reward is waiting for him.
Two hundred thousand?
I imagine that's why he's doing this.
Drive him out of town...
and shoot him.
Into the reception. Quiet.
Get out!
Erling Solheim?
Alarm!
What's going on here?
Out! Everyone out!
Out! Out!
I don't know about you, but I have to piss.
FEBRUARY 27, 1945
Did he realise...?
No.
Okay.
Good.
We are free! Peace has come! All Norwegians rejoice as...
MAY 8, 1945
...during these hectic days.
We have cheered into the lovely spring all the longing and hope
every Norwegian man and woman...
Justice is served as those who betrayed their own countrymen...
Mr Quisling, this is Halvor Rivrud.
He served time at Dachau and Mauthausen.
I thought you could listen to him.
And I don't want a word from you.
Hi.
I wondered if you could sign this for me?
Of course.
With pleasure.
I'll be...
So you're interested in this?
Yes.
I had hoped you knew something
about my great-uncle.
No, I'm sorry.
So many things happened back then, that...
Yes.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
Thanks anyway.
Thank you.
I have five drawers in my head.
The three top ones I open all the time.
Drawer number four much less often.
The bottom drawer I closed on May 8, 1945.
And have never opened it since.
That is how I have survived all these years.
A surprising number of us did fine.
But for some, life became too hard.
Andreas started drinking on Liberation Day.
Everyone knew who he was.
No bar in Oslo would take his money.
For eleven years he went from bar to bar.
Andreas shot himself in '56.
I suspected he was struggling,
but I didn't realise how serious his problems were.
And that has tormented me for 50 years.
Gunnar Sønsteby was never arrested by the Germans.
He performed more than 20 acts of sabotage during the war.
The most highly decorated citizen in Norway
and the only one to be awarded the War Cross with three swords.
Gunnar married his dear Anne-Karin in 1953.
Despite his health, he lectured far and wide until shortly before his death.
He spent 70 years of his life helping people
struggling with the after-effects of the war.
At the age of 94,
Gunnar took a taxi to Diakonhjemmet hospital
and laid down in a vacant bed.
His work was complete.
The Norwegian Homefront Museum has a copy of the letter
Erling Solheim sent to the state police.
Gunnar always made it known that the rest of the Solheim family were anti-Nazis,
and known as “good Norwegians”.