He hurt my feelings. Uh, he hurt my heart. She lost her sister in the Norway massacre. She was only 14. The Kiwi girl killed by Anders Breivik. 'Mama, there's a man shooting here on the island.' What do you now know about what happened to her? Mac was a teacher with the X factor. Who was the mysterious Mr Mac? We have some answers. He gave us hope. He was just the most amazing, inspirational person. Kia ora. I'm Miriama Kamo. She was the youngest of his victims ` brown-haired, brown-eyed. He gunned her down in cold blood. You'll remember his name ` Anders Breivik. But do you rememember hers? NZ-born Sharidyn Svebakk-Bohn. It's almost three years since the deadliest terrorist attack ever carried out by a single person ` 77 people murdered in Norway. Sharidyn's family has returned to NZ for the first time since the massacre. Tonight they share their story and their personal family records exclusively with Sunday. Janet McIntyre speaks first with Sharidyn's little sister, Savannah. And a warning ` some of the images could be disturbing. Uh, the last time I saw her was when she was, uh, going to the, uh, place. Uh, to the island. And I said, 'Can I come? Can I come? I want to come.' And what did she say? And what did she say? CHUCKLES: No. SERENE CHORAL MUSIC SOBBING, SHRIEKING The little Kiwi girl from NZ that was much-loved by her family and all that. She was only 14. She'd just turned 14. REFLECTIVE MUSIC A Norwegian island paradise. The height of summer. The future wide with possibilities. And the first time, she said, 'Oh, Mum. I'm having such an awesome time. It's so awesome.' There was, like, every second was awesome. Hundreds of young people together, excited about life. LAUGHTER And the youngest, 14-year-old NZ-born Sharidyn Svebakk-Bohn. Big sister to Savannah and Sydney. She was bright, and she was patient. Loved her family. Loved us. Loved her younger sisters. You want noodles for lunch? Where should we get noodles from? The family has returned to NZ without Sharidyn. To Mt Maunganui, where she'd spent the first year of her life. NZ, for her, was her home. She'd made Norway her home, but her heart will always be... was always in NZ. Sharidyn's mother, Vanessa, grew up in Mt Maunganui, but while visiting relatives in Norway, she fell in love with engineer Roger Bohn, and Vanessa moved there with baby Sharidyn. I mean, there are so many positives about Norway as a country ` the people, the culture, the lifestyle. The climate? > The climate? > The` No, not the climate. (CHUCKLES) Mt Maunganui Beach for me. When Savannah, then Sydney, came along, Sharidyn helped look after them. What was she like with your baby sister, Sydney? Very nice. But, uh, sometimes, unfortunately, I don't want, uh, Sydney to get all of the love. I want to have some too. And she had such an awesome, uh, personality as well. She was so nice and, uh, uh, courteous. And she was, uh, pleasant to be with. The family lives in the small town of Drammen, an hour from Oslo. Sharidyn, a happy girl who loved fashion and Justin Bieber, turned 14 just two days before a youth camp was due to begin at the nearby island of Utoya. She had a friend that was going to Utoya too, and so, of course, boys were a... a topic. So they were excited, and the more they talked, the more excited they got. Did you have any reservations about letting her go? Did you have any reservations about letting her go? Not at all. No. She was the youngest. She was the youngest. She was the youngest. And did you hear from her? And did you hear from her? Yeah, several times. Um, didn't quite like the food. And... I'd picked the wrong clothes for her. Of course you did. > Of course you did. > Yes, of course. (CHUCKLES) For 60 years, the Norwegian Labour Party has run summer youth camps on Utoya Island, an hour from Oslo. Vanessa, a former a local-body politician, suggested Sharidyn could fill a last-minute vacant place. One thing that still sticks out in my mind was that she'd found that, um, some of the kids that had been on the island previously were` had been or were now prime ministers of Norway. (CHUCKLES) She had big ambitions. Did she? Political ambitions? No, I wouldn't say that at all. But we taught her to believe that she could reach the stars. BOOM! On the afternoon of July 22, Vanessa learned about an explosion in downtown Oslo. In a phone call from Sharidyn on the island... I calmed her down, and I remember saying to her, 'You're OK, my darling. 'There's no safer place in the world for you to be than where you are right now.' They didn't know it then, but eight people had been killed, hundreds more injured when a car bomb exploded. But worse was to come. The man responsible, later identified as right-wing extremist Anders Breivik, was still heavily armed, dressed as a policeman and heading for Utoya. Two hours after the explosion, Sharidyn called again. She was hysterical. She was scared. And what was she saying? The first thing that she said was, 'Mama, Mama, there's a man shooting here on the island. 'Please call the police.' When I came home, I asked, uh, said, 'Is Sharidyn there? Is Sharidyn there? Is she here?' And then, uh, they didn't answer me. GUNSHOTS Sharidyn was somewhere on Utoya, where the sound of gunfire could be heard by residents on the mainland. GUNSHOTS Children could be seen swimming for their lives. Sharidyn was again on her mobile to her mother. I could hear... commotion in the background. Um, kids screaming. And... a sort of thump. Clicking sound in the background, which probably were gunshots. GUNSHOTS I asked her to give the phone to one of the other girls that were on the island with her, and that's when the phone went dead. What happened to Sharidyn next would take months to become clear. Vanessa trawled through 15,000 pages of police documents. Eyewitnesses are still coming forward to fill in the gaps. But back then, with her daughter's phone call stopped short, her husband overseas, there was only one thing a mother could do ` call the police; get to the car. And, of all things, I picked up his Swiss army knife. What I thought I was going to do with it, I have no idea. As a weapon, you mean? As a weapon, you mean? I-I think so. It must have been something like that. With her father-in-law at the wheel, Vanessa drove part of the route that Breivik himself had taken in a rental just one hour earlier. The reality... kicked in for us was all the ambulances that drove past us. How many ambulances? How many ambulances? We lost count after 10. SHRIEKING, SOBBING And once there, chaos. I saw parents around me before I even parked. There was hundreds of people everywhere. Children ` wet, shivering, walking around in their underwear because there were quite a few kids that swam. They had bloodstains on them. Some of them had cuts, and every time a new bus with kids came in, I ran up and waited. Watched every single one come off in case Sharidyn was on it. Kept trying her mobile in the hope that maybe she had charged it up somewhere. I heard people scream. (SHRIEKS) Smelled, uh, blood there. Roger, rushing back from China, learned, like all of us, what was happening from newspapers and TV. It must be a horrific time for her family as they await to hear the news. They said it was... 80 or 90 people dead. So I started to get a bad feeling. And then I drove on and, uh, arrived. And I saw all these people crying, and it's horrible. By that morning, by the time he arrived, I knew she wasn't coming home. I was 100% sure by that stage. A mother knows. But... for him and for our other daughters, I kept up the facade that` of hope. In my heart,... (VOICE BREAKS) I knew she was gone. It would be five days before police confirmed Sharidyn was among the 69 dead found on or near the island. Her body at the bottom of a steep incline, partly submerged in water. We initially thought that Sharidyn had drowned. We initially thought that Sharidyn had drowned. Uh, the report, uh` The initial summary from the coroner's office. We decided not to... to look through it. Why did you do that? > Why did you do that? > It was too much. It is for me. It is for me. We didn't know until three, almost four months later how Sharidyn died. What do you now know about what happened to her? What do you now know about what happened to her? She'd been shot twice in the back, with... more... more than likely, she was shot in the back while she was running, because of the angle of her injuries. One of the bullets pierced her lungs, and she was bleeding internally. And you know because he shot her twice? That he pointed and aimed... ...with the intention of killing her. Yeah. He wasn't out to maim anyone. He was out to do as much damage as he could. < What did he do to you? < What did he do to you? He hurt my feelings so bad. Uh, he hurt my heart. And I` I'm very disappointed that he's, uh` uh, he's a grown-up. He should know better. There has been another blow for Sharidyn's family, delivered only in recent months. They had been comforted by the coroner's report that Sharidyn would have lost consciousness within minutes of being shot and died soon after that. That's the information that we've literally been living with right up until a few months ago, where we received a phone call from an eyewitness that stated that she had been alive until after her murderer was arrested. So how long was that? > So how long was that? > At least two hours. How did she know Sharidyn was alive? How did she know Sharidyn was alive? She was with her. Did you learn anything about her condition at that time? Did you learn anything about her condition at that time? She cried. (SIGHS) REFLECTIVE MUSIC The witness didn't say why she had held on to the information, nor why she disclosed it 20 months later. But the knowledge that Sharidyn lay alive and injured for two hours after being shot while rescuers on the mainland hesitated to act, of course, intensified Vanessa's grief. I didn't need an eyewitness to tell me that my daughter suffered that night. I didn't need an eyewitness to tell me that she cried out for me. I didn't need to know how she died because I do know. She was a 14-year-old that was shot in the back twice and left to die in a pool of her own blood. No one needed to tell me that. REFLECTIVE MUSIC Sharidyn, aged 14 years and five days, was buried in Norway. In the aftermath, a commission of inquiry was critical of the failure to prevent the Oslo bombing and Utoya shootings and at the slow police response at both crime scenes. But only one person was to blame. At his trial, he said his only regret was that he hadn't killed more people. # Inn I vart morke hus. # stiger av tente lys. # Sankta Lucia. # Sankta Lucia. # Last year, at the Mount, Sharidyn's family planted a pohutukawa tree in memory of their daughter and sister. Do you think she would have loved it here? Do you think she would have loved it here? Yeah. It's a connection between her tombstone in Norway and, uh, the Mount in NZ. This was her home, and we would like people to be out here, um, to remember her memory and to help us take care of it, because when we go back to Norway, we would like` like it to keep on growing, and we need help from the public to help us water the plant. Ready? Smile. They spent seven months in NZ, reconnecting with family. Savannah enrolling at Mt Maunganui Primary, where she became fluent in English. And where her schoolmates knew nothing about why she was there. I was OK with not telling them, uh, why. You didn't want them to know? You didn't want them to know? No. You didn't want them to know? No. No. Why? Because they didn't even know, uh, they didn't know, uh, about a terrorist attack i-in Norway. The family has just returned to Norway, but they say they'll be back another summer, hopefully to see Sharidyn's tree taller, stronger and in flower. Why do you choose to stay in Norway when you have the chance to return to what must surely feel like a safer place? He doesn't get to take my home from me too. He doesn't get to take my husband or the only two children I have left. He might have taken Sharidyn's life, but I have released her, and that will live long after I'm gone. So it's a story of a tragically lost Kiwi ` Sharidyn Svebakk-Bohn. An incredibly brave interview. Well, up next, a tribute to a seemingly forgotten Palmerston North man ` Mr Mac. He was the cool teacher, and he was just dynamic. A photocall in memory of a teacher. He was just the most amazing, inspirational person. Mac was the teacher with the X factor. Welcome back. Remember our story about loneliness? We profiled Mac McInnes, who died alone in a hotel room in Palmerston North. Well, that story opened up a flood of information ` people from Mac's past; people who knew him and adored him. So how did such a popular man end up dying alone? This from Ian Sinclair. REFLECTIVE MUSIC He was the cool teacher and the hot teacher, as I remember now. He just had the cool, perfect hair and had the Adidas tracksuit pants on, and he was just dynamic. A photocall in memory of a teacher who touched his pupils' lives forever. He was just the most amazing, inspirational person. CLICK! CLICK! Ex-pupils from Palmerston North back to clear up the mystery of a man who died alone. He's the only real memory. He's the only teacher that I remember, and that says that he made an impact, a real positive impact, on me and who I became. Yet three decades later, this popular man was found dead in a Palmerston North hotel room. As Sunday had reported, he'd lived as a recluse for eight years. We wondered why. I am hoping to find some answers in here. His life in an envelope, left with undertaker Emily Beachamp. So it is sad that there is no one here to say goodbye to him. Mac alone, leaving that question ` how did this happen to such a popular teacher? Mac was a teacher with the X factor. Seeing our last story sparked old teaching friend Don Boniface to come forward and fill in the gaps. In 1969, Mac was a beginning teacher at Rataehi. His career did indeed begin brilliantly. About 1973, he shifted to Highbury in Palmerston North. READS: 'This is the best work I have ever done.' And Mac's class was the popular one. This is one of the books that Mr Mac bought me. And he's written in the front here, 'Presented to Michael Dixon for a high standard in mathematics.' This is the sort of thing that he did. He would buy you books. It was fantastic. I mean, it's not often you see a turnout like this for a teacher, is it? No. No. What does this tell you about him? He was loved. He was loved. That simple as he was loved. READS: 'Steady progress made. Has been thoroughly deserved. DC McIness.' Yeah. I mean, back then, we were from a very low socio-economic society or area in town, and he gave us hope. We actually wanted to come to school each day. Promotion followed. Late '80s, he moved to being principal of Waituna West. But fate dealt Mac a bad hand. And one day, I was sitting in my sun porch at home, and Mac turned up with ME ` Tapanui flu. ME, or chronic fatigue syndrome, would force him out of teaching. He began to sleep. He could sleep for days. Uh, he... sometimes when I saw him, he would ask me which day it was and what the time was. He didn't know. Yet still determined to work, Mac took a job at the local supermarket. Again, last year, the illness forced him to stop. So, for the last eight years he lived in the Railway Hotel, and even though he lived there, the actual people in the place didn't seem to know much about him? Yes, yes, he was very very private person. Family? Family? His dad died, and Mac felt responsible for his mother, and so he stayed with his mother until she died. And then I believe the house was sold, and he went to live at the Railway Hotel. Two years ago, from his room at the hotel, Mac wrote Don a letter. READS: 'Dear Don, I realised because of my solitary nature, 'I hadn't thanked the people who had assisted me greatly in my life. Thank you.' It's an incredibly sad letter, Don. It feels like a farewell. That's what I felt, uh, when I received it, and I went up to see him post-haste, I can tell you, and to thank him. But, last year, Don himself was hit by tragedy. I'm a bit upset with myself because I didn't see him, uh, before he died. I should have done. But my` my son had died, and I couldn't face him. As a painful reminder, his own son, Guy, had been taught and inspired by Mac. < You mean it was too much? You had enough load as it was? Yes. Mm. And I wasn't emotionally strong enough. So don hadn't seen his old friend since last May. Mac's letter had already revealed his frustration with a virus he couldn't beat. READS: 'I should have learned from your advice to slow down. 'The trouble was that it all seemed so urgent. I could never get the balance. 'I should have realised that my nemesis was going to follow me.' Mac finally succumbed to his illness in October. He died alone at the hotel. Don was out of town at the time. < How did you take the news that he'd passed away? < How did you take the news that he'd passed away? Oh, I was devastated. It's, like, if only I'd known, if I'd known. If only I'd shopped in that supermarket. If I'd seen him, I'm sure I would have stolen him and brought him home and chucked him in the back room and fed him and looked after him; given him exactly what he gave us. Uh, not as a teacher, but as a pupil of the school... At his old school, old pupils pay tribute. In memory of a great man, a great mentor, a friend to many ` Mr Mac or Mr McInnes. Mr Mac or Mr McInnes. ALL: Mr McInnes. Oh, so heartening to know that he was loved, and we're also told there are plans afoot to erect a headstone for Mac. We'll keep you posted on our website and on Facebook.