the last book I ever read (One of Us: The Story of Anders Breivik and the Massacre in Norway, excerpt five)

from One of Us: The Story of Anders Breivik and the Massacre in Norway by Ǻsne Seierstad:

Long before the sparse daylight began to show itself on the horizon, the three comrades in their darkened living rooms were jubilant. It felt like such a huge event. A black president, a Democrat, someone with experience of ordinary life, not some rich, privileged type. To the three teenagers miles north of the Arctic Circle on the other side of the Atlantic, at such a distance from the Chicago crowds, Obama somehow felt like one of them.

One day they’d get there, to America, come what may.