”At work, when I crack open a fresh box of mackerel, spread it onto a piece of rye-crisp bread, close my eyes and enjoy the distinctive fishy tomato flavor, I take a mental trip back to a sunny summers’ day in my grandparents’ paradise garden, as I used to call it, and long for Norway.”

-Eygló Svala Arnarsdóttir, Iceland Review

no you don’t! this is why i hate the icelandic review publication, their articles are loaded with nothing but poetic crap. trust me, when i'm in the mood, i find my sources. but whenever you want to know about news happening in iceland (in english) and hear real stories i get this sugar coated unrealistic garbage. who give’s a fuck about your ”grandparent’s paradise garden” and by the way, i don’t even know what the fuck that is. and do you really ”close your eyes and take a mental trip back to norway” whenver you eat a fish on a cracker? give me a break eygló.