
kissa the cat was one of the best cats i've seen. she was so smart. she was able to go outside, so we'd leave the window open in our room and she'd jump right out whenever she wanted to go. sometimes gudni and i would be laying in bed and i'd see kissa jump right back in the room. now that's independence. i guess it's nice to know that your cat can hang around outside without the risk of being hit by a car. i remember the apartment having a distinctive smell. not a bad smell, but rather one of a certain perfume. sometimes i can remember it, but i noticed that elizabeth arden is very popular for the icelandic bathrooms of women over forty.

the windows had lace curtains, the kitchen had brass pots and pans hanging overhead with an assortment of seasonings on display. there was a beautiful unvarnished wooden table with a bench and sewn cushions. there were wicker chairs placed by the patio, potted plants and handmade dolls. let's not forget the accummulation of nearly seven coke bottles under the sink due to "mass consumption by all of us". in the tv room she had family photos and this cool sewn picture of cleopatra. she also had this really interesting painting or drawing of this little girl. she had blonde hair and blue eyes and she was looking at you rather deviously. bjorgvin told me "that's the icelandic girl, she's always watching."
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