I didn’t really know the significance of the internet at the time even though this was in 2006, living in an old village mostly filled with old people didn’t really give me access to the internet. One time he even told me that he was one of the first people in Iceland to bring the internet to the country. He used to tell me stories of the village from when he was younger which usually interested me a lot and sometimes I went there just to get cookies and milk and let him tell me stories. The man seemed to enjoy it as he was too old to play with him and felt sad about the fact. I sometimes talked to him and spent time in his apartment to play with his dog. On the bottom floor was our landlord, an old man living with his dog. When I was eight years old I lived with my mother on the east side in a rundown two story building with two apartments. I used to walk this road when I took my grandma's dog for walks since it was the only place around I could let him run loose without risking him running into the ocean and getting wet, even though he liked getting himself as dirty as possible sometimes seemingly just to frustrate me. Next to the field was a dirt road that ended a few kilometers by the sea at the edge of a small, old lighthouse. On the South side was a large open field with nothing but grass and bushes that led to the roots of a bunch of mountains. But we never listened since it was the only place we had to have fun that wasn’t inside someone’s house. Our parents did not really like us being there either as there was no way of anyone hearing or seeing us since the beach was down a steep hill covered in tall grass. Me and the few friends I had used to spend most of the time there playing with rocks and sticks we found and creating a game out of it. The East and North side led to the sea, with a beautiful beach covered in black sand. All the parents had told us kids that the fence was there due to a kid that had drowned there before our time, but we all knew it was just a story to keep us away from the swamp. On the west side of the town there was a fairly big lake surrounded by a swamp this area was closed off by a barbed wire fence.

It only took me about 10 minutes to walk a circle around the town and there was not really any activity possible unless you had a rich imagination, which I did have, thankfully. I grew up in a small village pretty secluded from any other towns in the area, it only had a population of about 90 people, which even for an Icelandic village was very small.

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