29.12.2006


WHAT IS MY RIGHT?






                           

                           WHAT IS MY RIGHT?

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     After my forklift-accident in Heimir ltd. as mentioned before our financial matters became worse every week, for we had very limited income.


    There wasn't any light in the dark until about three years later.


    Then my fianceé hears about a carpenter living in the village of Selfoss who had received compensation in money, because his collar-bone was fractured in a work-accident.


    She is also told that he had contacted an insurance-mediator who had used his special knowledge to assist him.


    We were very surprised and happy of course to hear this because we'd never heard that these mediators existed and that they were some kind of intermediate links between the victims of accidents and the insurance companies.


    This kind of ignorance is probably very common in Iceland.


    These insurance-mediators are seemingly very shy people because it was by sheer co-incidence that we heard about this way of compencation.


    My dear woman discovered where this mediator was to be found and contacted him.


    She got a good reception and was told that I should immediately order an appointment with a doctor he recom-mented so I could get a valuation of my disablement so that he would have something to work with.


    I had a dread for visiting doctors once again, besides that I did not believe that there was much chance of getting any compensation.


    I had more or less come to terms with my physical and mental condition.


    But at last I gave in to the steady incitement of my dearest woman.


    -We can always hope that we might get some insurance-money, she said to me. It might make it possible for us to enlargen our lodgings?


    Those years our income was very low, it didn't even reach minimum wages for taxation.


    Two hours per day I worked at the library cutting from the newspapers all articles concerning our area, the Sudurnes and glueing it on white, large sheets of paper in addition to puny unemployment compensation.


    She was working half-time as a nurse's aid.


    We lived in a four room flat and the two sons slept in a bunker, so it was becoming too crowded.


    Because of the age-difference;
born 1976 and 1981 it was becoming difficult for them sharing the same room much longer.


    The time and the requirements had certainly changed a lot since my father's youth;
he and his nine brothers and sisters had to sleep in a small elavated flat along with their parents on the Hafnargata down by the seafront.


    That appartment was a lot smaller than ours in Hatun.