Poetry was my way to compensate for stuttering
I was born with a depressing disability which is a partial disconnection between the nerves and normal speech patterns. This is called stuttering or stammering. It is horrible thing to have in your childhood, as a teenager and as an adult. The very worst thing about it, is that there is no cure. You are […]
My first time working for a startup company
When I was 20 years old I worked at a laboratory for the University of Iceland, under my father who was a professor there. The work revolved around making a craft kit from natural Icelandic fish waste. It started when my father had an idea for new innovation for removing fish scales from fish skin, […]
Told about the sudden fall of the Soviet Union in 1991
I was traveling by train from Düsseldorf to Hamburg in August 1991 with my sister and two friends. The four of us had an old-fashioned compartment to ourselves, the kind with six seats, three facing three, like in Agatha Christie or Harry Potter. We’d come from Heidelberg, where we’d explored the city and stayed […]
August minigolf with drunk Scottish girls
While staying in a youth hostel in Heidelberg, Germany in August of 1991, we were sitting the four us in the minigolf range which was across the street from the youth hostel. It was a warm evening and we wanted to relax after walking all day, so we sat at a table of the minigolf […]
When I smuggled a knife though customs at the airport
When I was 19 years old I traveled to Germany with my sister and her friend, and we went on interrail around Germany. In Heidelberg I bought a butterfly knife for myself on the Main street off a grumpy German man, who would know a since humor if it sat on his face. I had […]
Why I started drinking coffee
Back in August of 1991 I was a nineteen year old young man with a sense of adventure in me. I had been working all summer in construction, had been reading a lot of literature and trained in fencing for competition. On August 18th of 1991 I went to Germany with my sister, and […]
When we cleared out the ravens nest.
In the summer of 1988 I stayed with uncle Sturla, at his farm in Iceland called Fossatún (e. Waterfall Fields). The farm is situated just above waterfalls in a popular fishing river, and is a beautiful farmstead with a 1000 year of history. Also his son (my cousin) was my age and he and I […]