Íslendingur

When we had our ceremony here at Vikingaheimar, we treated it a bit like a funeral for Íslendingur, the end of her sailing days. In point of fact, she last sailed into port in October of 2000. Everything since then has just been splashing in the water here or there, no actual journeys.

It has been a bit hard on Gunnar I think, the end of an era, although he is talking about building more ships. In a way it reminds me of the scene in White Christmas, with the General that has retired, and finds himself out of place in civilian life.

That is what happens when objects are put on permanent display in a museum. They become a memory embodied in a thing.  

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