not on making money.
(THIS ARTICLE IS ONLY MACHINE TRANSLATED by Google from Norwegian)
There is a tourist bus outside Vigdís Finnbogadóttir's house in Reykjavík. A group of Nordic philologists and translators get on the bus, while I am left standing in the parking lot. A sting of bad conscience as the bus drives out onto the ring road. The fear of camp school hit me, so I stay where everything is within walking distance, in the safe city of Reykjavík. I walk down to the wetland Vassmyra and the spirit-like, beautiful Nordic house. Alvar Aalto's house,. . .
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