Working it out

An Icelandic friend of mine has an interesting strategy for dealing with upsetting things, like terrorist attacks. I guess it's called black humor. I know he must think it's horrible, but instead he acts like he's on the side of the gunmen. And if I react by telling him to stop, he just does it even more.

I don't really get Icelandic black humor very well. But I suppose it comes from 1000 years of living on an unfriendly island in the middle of the cold, dark North Atlantic. If you embrace that darkness enough, it stops being threatening.


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