After few upgrades and an updated version of the About page “The Ground of Intense Cold Under The Pole Star” is up and running again. I tried to explain the sad inactivity during this past few months in this page. There, you will realize how productive I can be to justify my blatant laziness. I’ve written some more stuff as well so if you have 5 minutes to kill take a look at the 3 or 4 stories that pepped up my summer. ( It wasn’t the good time for that., Holy Day, Sjáumst Ísland, Desoriented). The last post is confusing in the way that it looks like an end story between me and Iceland. I thought it was but things finally turned the other way around at the very last moment. That’s The real story of how SA screwed me up
I‘m in Paris right now, enjoying the last days of summer. Summer that I partially missed both physically and mentally. I’m flying back to Reykjavik on Friday. I was about to move to Norway. But somehow, out of nowhere, a gigantic misfortune stabbed me behind in the back. The last 2 weeks I’ve been trying to stand firm not letting emotions getting involved. As a matter of fact I wouldn’t know where to aim the fierce rage I keep under control.
We’re Wednesday night, and after a short discussion on msn with Tinna I just realized that Bloody Gudmunður got me again. I called him last week asking him to keep my room available. I know that the bloke is retarded. Everytime I talk to him I work my speech to be understood by someone with a mental illness. But now I understand that it’s more than that. He is an old sad bastard capable of selling his mother for few more pennies. Tinna told me that someone took my room. The “flat” is now full and I’m arriving in 2 days… Fortunatly I’ll be able to crash on Tinna’s couch for a few. In the meantime I’ll start looking for an appartment. I have to be quick and lucky. I hate being a weight for someone and I start my new job on Monday.
