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 […]
When I saved a teenagers life.
Many years ago in the winter of 1988 in Iceland, I went with a group of students in my school to a winter cabin, away from settlements in Iceland. I was 15 years old and so were my classmates. This was an outdoor activity club of sorts and there were about 8 of us. We […]
When they lit the stream at the creek on fire
In a place called “Skorradalur” valley, there is a beautiful lake and trees grow and many mountain sides in the valley. My greater family on my mothers side had a summer house there since the 1950s, where my maternal grandfather built the summer house himself for the most part. Many generations of my family have […]