by Kevin Allman
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MOLDE (Dagbladet): The mood on the sidewalk outside the Hotel Alexandra is low-key unreal. It's Saturday morning and time for the jazz festival's traditional closing parade through a festive Molde.
But today there are only gulls breaks the silence.
Three heavy drum followed by a vortex, and the parade set out in slow motion. In the forefront is tender Bishop Ingeborg Midttømme, Dean of Molde Harald Sunde and dancer Jeanett Holsbøvåg. As always when she leads parades, she is dressed in a dance dress, but today she goes quiet, serious and silent.
Behind her follow parade marshal Lionel Batiste of New Orleans and the mayor of Molde, Jan Petter Hammerø. Along with them go the festival management, visibly marked by seriousness.
Cruising route is changed. Today it goes to Molde Cathedral which has opened its doors to all who need help to cope with grief, uncertainty and despair. 11 young people from Molde in Utøya, and their fate is still unclear.
Jazz ceremony, the 60 to 70 young people from Hampshire, sets the "West Lawn Dirge", an old funeral march from New Orleans. The plaintive f-minor theme, followed by some slightly lighter stroke before the mourning mood again takes over, filling the main street. Silent people wreaths march route. Many of them crying, and eventually ends several hundred to the parade, follow it into the cathedral and takes in the bishops' words of comfort and a standing invitation at any time to seek help in the large, quiet room.