H\u00e9r er fj\u00f6llin l\u00edkust sv\u00f6rtum sandhr\u00fagum, fl\u00f6t a\u00f0 ofan eins og krakki hafi klappa\u00f0 ofan \u00e1 \u00feau me\u00f0 plastsk\u00f3flu og n\u00e1 alveg fram \u00ed sj\u00f3. Stundum s\u00e9r ma\u00f0ur endur \u00e1 vappi uppi \u00ed fjalli \u00fear sem fjaran er engin. \u00deorpi\u00f0 k\u00farir undir fjallinu, sveipa\u00f0 gr\u00e1rri m\u00f3\u00f0u hversdagsleikans jafnt sem m\u00f3\u00f0u \u00feokunnar. H\u00e9r er lj\u00f3tt.<\/p>\n
\u00cd frystih\u00fasinu er sami gr\u00e1minn. St\u00f3rvaxin stelpa stendur vi\u00f0 v\u00e9lina me\u00f0 l\u00e6rin \u00ed sk\u00f3num og \u00fe\u00fasund \u00feorskar \u00e1 f\u00e6ribandinu \u00feokast n\u00e6r. Plokka hringorma \u00far \u00feorskfl\u00f6kum, \u00e1n verulegs \u00e1huga. \u00c9g er klaufsk. S\u00e9 ekki ormana og finn ekki beinin.<\/p>\n
Sit \u00e1 kaffistofunni og hlusta \u00e1 endalausar umr\u00e6\u00f0ur um fisk. Vangaveltur um hvort s\u00e9 n\u00fa \u00e1hugaver\u00f0ara a\u00f0 verka \u00fdsu e\u00f0a karfa. \u00c9g reyni a\u00f0 brydda upp \u00e1 umr\u00e6\u00f0um um menningu og listir en \u00feau horfa \u00e1 mig me\u00f0 svip sem gefur til kynna a\u00f0 „fr\u00e6\u00f0ingi“ a\u00f0 sunnan v\u00e6ri hollara a\u00f0 reyna a\u00f0 n\u00e1 upp b\u00f3nsunum en a\u00f0 velta s\u00e9r upp \u00far \u00f3ar\u00f0b\u00e6ru fikti af\u00e6tanna \u00ed Reykjav\u00edk. Svara m\u00e9r engu en sn\u00faa talinu aftur a\u00f0 vinum s\u00ednum, \u00feorskunum.<\/p>\n
Ma\u00f0urinn er \u00fea\u00f0 sem hann gerir. S\u00e1 sem lifir og hr\u00e6rist \u00ed \u00feorski breytist \u00ed \u00feorsk. En vitsmunal\u00edf mitt \u00fer\u00edfst ekki me\u00f0al \u00feorska. Kannski \u00e1hrifin \u00e1 mig ver\u00f0i l\u00edkamleg? Finn hvernig lendar m\u00ednar taka sm\u00e1m saman a\u00f0 hreistra. M\u00e9r er a\u00f0 vaxa spor\u00f0ur. \u00c9g sem er sk\u00f3garvera. Hef alltaf una\u00f0 m\u00e9r best \u00ed birkilundum og \u00e1 b\u00f6kkum sm\u00e1l\u00e6kja en botna ekkert \u00ed k\u00f6ldum heimkynnum hafmeyja.<\/p>\n
En verulekinn ver\u00f0ur ekki umfl\u00fainn og einn daginn vakna \u00e9g me\u00f0 st\u00f3ran bl\u00e1gr\u00e6nan spor\u00f0 sem fer m\u00e9r illa. F\u00f3lki\u00f0 \u00ed frystih\u00fasinu tekur ekki eftir n\u00fdv\u00f6xnum spor\u00f0i m\u00ednum og hinar sj\u00e1varverurnar hundsa mig \u00feegar \u00e9g leggst til sunds \u00e1 kv\u00f6ldin. Alla n\u00f3ttina hrekst \u00e9g me\u00f0 sj\u00e1varstraumum og a\u00f0 morgni br\u00f6lti \u00e9g \u00f6rmagna upp \u00ed fj\u00f6runa vi\u00f0 r\u00e6tur fjallsins og f\u00e6li endurnar \u00feegar \u00e9g skrei\u00f0ist \u00ed \u00e1tt til fyrstih\u00fassins.<\/p>\n
Nei. \u00c9g \u00e1 ekki heima h\u00e9r. Kl\u00e1rlega ekki. \u00der\u00e1i gr\u00e6na angan sk\u00f3garins, hata \u00feetta endalausa haf. Vil ekkert frekar en a\u00f0 komast h\u00e9\u00f0an burt og \u00fea\u00f0 eigi s\u00ed\u00f0ar en \u00ed hvelli.<\/p>\n
Og \u00fe\u00f3.<\/p>\n
Og \u00fe\u00f3 hef \u00e9g s\u00e9\u00f0 drenginn flaka fallega gr\u00e1l\u00fa\u00f0u, \u00e1st\u00fa\u00f0lega l\u00edkt og v\u00e6ri h\u00fan \u00e1 l\u00edfi. Horfi \u00e1 gullinn d\u00fan \u00e1 br\u00fanum handleggjum og fylgist me\u00f0 \u00feegar hann rennir hn\u00edfnum fimlega eftir v\u00f6\u00f0va fisksins. S\u00e9 hvernig hann flettir hv\u00edtum fisknum fr\u00e1 beinunum, af s\u00f6mu \u00e1str\u00ed\u00f0u og fi\u00f0luleikari beitir boga.<\/p>\n
Og \u00e9g leggst undir hn\u00edf hans. Finn kalt bla\u00f0i\u00f0 smj\u00faga undir hreistri\u00f0 og renna eftir spor\u00f0inum endil\u00f6ngum, fletta fisknum fr\u00e1 beininu og leysa mig \u00far \u00e1l\u00f6gunum. Aftur.<\/p>\n
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September 1994<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
H\u00e9r er fj\u00f6llin l\u00edkust sv\u00f6rtum sandhr\u00fagum, fl\u00f6t a\u00f0 ofan eins og krakki hafi klappa\u00f0 ofan \u00e1 \u00feau me\u00f0 plastsk\u00f3flu og n\u00e1 alveg fram \u00ed sj\u00f3. Stundum s\u00e9r ma\u00f0ur endur \u00e1 vappi uppi \u00ed fjalli \u00fear sem fjaran er engin. \u00deorpi\u00f0 … Halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 lesa