Yesterday a friend of mine, who grew up in Njarðvík but now lives in the city, was helping me pack up some of my stuff. Afterwards I took him over to his mom's house, and chit chatted with her and her husband for a while. Her husband (my friend's stepfather) grew up in Keflavík, and used to work up at the Base. He remembered my grandfather and grandmother, and remembered when my mom and her family all lived on Túngata.

On the way out, my friend's mother asked if I could please take her son with me to America, "because it would be cheaper for her."


Popular posts from this blog

Dett í, ofan á, úr, út

Icelandic Provisions

The sky weeps