My famous bread loaf

When I was in school in Iceland around 1984, we had a mandatory cooking and cleaning class. We were taught to cook food and bake, but also to wash and iron our clothes, clean floors and wash the dishes. The class was not bad at all and I have many good memories of those classes. […]

The Japanese boy attacked

It is 1979, and I am 7 years old living with my parents and sister in Zurich, Switzerland. I go to school here and have just started. I have had to learn the German language from scratch. I have gotten into fights after school with the local bully, because he hates foreigners like me. I […]

The old man with the shotgun

The year is 1982 and it is a spring day in Reykjavik, Iceland. In front of my house there is a one story retail store building, that used to have a small supermarket, and a fish merchant. The closed their stores because the large retail stores have taken all of their customers. So at this […]

The yellow rainshower of 1975

Once upon a time in late spring of 1975, our neighbors on the ground floor decided to go sunbathing outside, below the balconies of the above apartments. Our house had 4 stories, i.e. one ground floor and 3 apartments above it. Our neighbors were an older couple, Elínborg and Sveinbjörn, who have now passed on. […]

The big waterbomb of 1977

In the spring of 1977 when I was five years old and my sister Hekla was eight, we had a big crowd of friend that we played with all summer long. There were around 10-15 of us usually, that kept together and played games everywhere in my neighborhood. I grew up in a neighborhood with […]

The ghosts in my bedroom

  When I was a little boy, I shared a bedroom with older sister and we slept in bunk beds at home in our apartment. Then it came to pass that our oldest brother moved out and went to live with a woman. Then an extra bedroom was created at home and my sister got […]

The ghost at the summer house

It is 1977 in the middle of summer, and my extended family has met at the farm called Fossatún in Iceland. My uncle Sturla and his family lived there. In the field by the farm there was an old road that went up the hillside to the west and at the end of it stood […]