29.12.2006

CLOSE TO DEATH THE SECOND TIME 5

CLOSE TO DEATH THE SECOND TIME

V

It happened on a Sunday;

a long desired day for resting after a six days work-week during the winter fishing season.

I was lying in our old sofa in the livingroom in our four room appartment, trying to figure out which possibilities I had of getting another job.

I really wanted to quit my job at Heimir because I believed that it didn't suit my abilities.

I had become just like the others;

living for my job, but not working for my life.

Teaching didn't seem to be a real option considering my reputation in that field and certainly not an office-job on the NATO base recalling my record in applications.

Somehow I will have to prove my ability, I realized.

Prove that I am of sound mind, and that I certainly don't belong in a fish-factory.

Suddenly I recalled the letter that I'd written and mailed to the Readers' page in the late news-paper Visir (pointer) when I was still in the Teachers' College.

On a very snowy winter I had become very dis-sappointed with the city´s job of clearing the side-walks which were full of snow, but instead of leaving it at nagging with my family, I had with a pen in my hand written a letter to the authorities via that afternoon-paper.

I came up with the proposal that the city should purchase trucks that could pump or blow the snow from the sidewalks onto lorries that so fort would transport it down to the sea.

That way I believed the city could keep both streets and sidewalks free of snow.

For the second time I had taken a pen in my hand, now in the image of a type-writer with the intention of allowing the public to enjoy my thoughts.

My mind was overflowing with ideas that desired nothing more, than coming true somehow.

I decided to discuss in my article the controversial
existence of the American naval base here in the Sudurnes-district;

its influence and effect on the Icelandic industrial affairs since it came and what will happen when the Americans won't be here any longer.

The article's heading:

Unemployment on the Sudurnes.

What can you do? (1)

I thought quite suitable.

CLOSE TO DEATH THE SECOND TIME 5

CLOSE TO DEATH THE SECOND TIME

V

It happened on a Sunday;

a long desired day for resting after a six days work-week during the winter fishing season.

I was lying in our old sofa in the livingroom in our four room appartment, trying to figure out which possibilities I had of getting another job.

I really wanted to quit my job at Heimir because I believed that it didn't suit my abilities.

I had become just like the others;

living for my job, but not working for my life.

Teaching didn't seem to be a real option considering my reputation in that field and certainly not an office-job on the NATO base recalling my record in applications.

Somehow I will have to prove my ability, I realized.

Prove that I am of sound mind, and that I certainly don't belong in a fish-factory.

Suddenly I recalled the letter that I'd written and mailed to the Readers' page in the late news-paper Visir (pointer) when I was still in the Teachers' College.

On a very snowy winter I had become very dis-sappointed with the city´s job of clearing the side-walks which were full of snow, but instead of leaving it at nagging with my family, I had with a pen in my hand written a letter to the authorities via that afternoon-paper.

I came up with the proposal that the city should purchase trucks that could pump or blow the snow from the sidewalks onto lorries that so fort would transport it down to the sea.

That way I believed the city could keep both streets and sidewalks free of snow.

For the second time I had taken a pen in my hand, now in the image of a type-writer with the intention of allowing the public to enjoy my thoughts.

My mind was overflowing with ideas that desired nothing more, than coming true somehow.

I decided to discuss in my article the controversialexistence of the American naval base here in the Sudurnes-district;

its influence and effect on the Icelandic industrial affairs since it came and what will happen when the Americans won't be here any longer.

The article's heading:

Unemployment on the Sudurnes.

What can you do? (1)

I thought quite suitable.

I decided to discuss in my article the controversial
existence of the American naval base here in the Sudurnes-district;