It happens every minute, all over the world. The more information we get from "The World", the more ordinary, and hence trivial in a sense, do the nightmares of every parent look to us: Night to Sunday, a Norwegian girl of 16 years of age, Sigrid, walked home from a girls' night out. She never came home. Her shoes and mobile phone were found inside the play area of a kindergarten 300 metres away from her home. Some neighbours have said that at half past midnight, they heard a panicked woman's cry. Massive voluntary search patrols have scoured the area, but Sigrid is nowhere to be found. Why do I post this? It is after all, just another sad incident every one of us are familiar with hundreds of. It is almost trivial that yet another girl is abducted, and probably raped and killed. Perhaps I post this because this is, in fact, the curse of globalized world: Everyday incidents like this, so tragic and nightmarish to Sigrids parents, we just seem to get used to that they are "the way of the world". And, they are in a certain sense. But: Do we really get better at being humans, and compassionate at that, by KNOWING that such incidents are common abd widespread? Or, do we lose something in the process? Something that now only are stirred within us when extraordinary crimes occur? I don't know. I'm just sad, not the least saddened by my own necessarily jaded attitude to Sigrid's disappearance. She is just one of many, but still the only one who truly mattered to those who knew her. I'm just a complete stranger leafing through a news report about her. In some way, it feels callous, even indecent, to habitually have that reaction: A girl brutally murdered, just another tiny piece of the news.