I don’t know if it’s a total coincidence or if it’s the way it is but in one completely average week, two people I see daily around the coffee machine, started to establish some forms of communication with me. One limited his curiousity to where I am from. The other shared his complete point of view over the Icelandic crisis. I saw this two gentlemen among a bunch of other folks every single day for about a year now. I accepted the fact that nobody cares who you are and what the hell you’re doing here. Saying a hello and smiling is too much of a calorie waste. Now I’m thinking maybe there is a protocol to follow in Iceland, a rite of passage to be able to be accepted as a special entity.
