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Personal Narrative: Buying My First Car
Buying my first car in Kristiansand, Norway
Prince, a young working man based in Kristiansand who is married with two kids is faced with the dilemma of choosing between an electric car and a fuel combustion car (irrespective of the brand or model). His situation is analysed from the normative and descriptive perspective of decision making. Putting ourselves in his situation, we arrived at a decision that suits his condition by using the Multi-Attribute Utility Model (MAUT)
Norway is a country with vast extensions, varied geography, and long distances between places. In Kristiansand specifically the public transportation system is very efficient, nevertheless, having a car has become a need for many people, given the fact that specific areas

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