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On the island of βrju Vindúr, life was defined by directions
of three winds. A treacherous wind blew in from the ocean, while bitter cold wind swept down from mountains. Winds
from valleys sneaked in over green hills, blasting unexpectedly.
One at a time would have been acceptable, but usually two
or three gusted through the town of Bakkafjörður
all at once. Merely walking up or down a
street necessitated clinging to a wall, or hanging on for dear life on a ship rope
strung along streets.
Needless to say, villagers were noted for exceptional
muscular development. Even so, none
could walk up or down streets without assistance. However, one man had this skill, and he
mocked other villagers as he strolled along, hands in pockets, posture
straight. Only his hair waved as winds
blew.
Eiður was such a man. No humility existed in him. Pride emanated off him. Oh, how others grew
to hate him.
He had the chance to leave the island on a ship
delivering goods (as you can imagine little could be grown there). Hopping aboard, he waved at villagers who
wished all sorts evil to descend upon him.
Eiður returned after a month
with big smiles and stories to tell. But he had no idea that a month away
from three winds had changed him.
He stepped off the ship and was immediately thrown to his
hands and knees. Trying stand up, Eiður
found himself again creeping like a dog along streets to his house. He could not stand. He could not pull himself up on the
ropes.
From there on, Eiður
moved from one spot to another, crawling.
Villagers watched him.
Justification was theirs.
Í andlitð!
(In
your face!)
This language is Icelandic, taken from a site, Translating English to Icelandic.
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This story is strictly metaphorical. No such island exists in Iceland, altho there are many other amazing islands and land forms!
