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. They were great people, kind, helpful and loving to us kids. It was a sunny day and the air was still, a true beautiful day in Iceland. I was but only three years old and my sister was five. Our mother decided that we should also get a little sun, so she let us be naked in the sun on the balcony, but only our mother could see us. As it was a hot day and the sun was out, both being highly unusual in Iceland, before and since, I walked up to the balcony railing, which had thin vertical openings, to see what was going on outside. As I was looking out at the neighborhood, we heard yelling coming from our neighbors below. The older man had yelled out “What in heavens name is happening, is it raining?”. It runs out, that it was not raining, but directly above him on the third floor, stood a three year old boy who looked like me, that had accidentally pissed through the gap in the railing. When the cause for the rain had been determined, everybody had a good long laugh, and old Sveinbjörn laughed the most, and then went inside to take a shower.
