This morning, shortly after I woke up. My coffee in a hand to help me getting my eyes opened, and my mouse in the other, I was reading the news. That’s something I do everyday, like these old automatism you get with the time. I was reading the Icelandic news and I clicked on the feature of the week: The Many Colors of the Blue Collar. I read through not taking too much attention about it. Immigration issues are discussed over and over in the Icelandic news and to be honest I’m not feeling really concerned about it. Anyhow my eyes stopped when I read the name of a guy I know, Vladi, an old flatmate of M which happens to live in the place I’m living in right now. And guess what? He’s talking about nothing else that our Landlord’s con.
Vladimir Rymarenko, a Slovakian schoolteacher who arrived in Iceland with a group of eight other foreigners in order to gain teaching experience through an educational program, was appalled to find he was expected to live in an old dentist’s office. “The landlord had installed a door in a hallway to create another ‘room’,” recalls Rymarenko. “When we asked for a housing contract, he said no, like we could trust him because he was trusting us.”
The old slag finally made it through the hall of fame.
