Chapter 31: Paper and Ink Roots

Chapter 31: Paper and Ink Roots

On the way home, loaded with the grocery bags, Ethan suggested that I make a small detour to get to know the publishing house. The place turned out to be a typical place in the city, a wooden structure with large windows that revealed shelves full of books and a corner with worn armchairs that invited reading. I fell in love with the place on the spot.

I was fascinated by how welcoming this city is in the north of Iceland. The warmth of people is not a myth; You live it in the kindness of their greetings, in the respect of their distances and in the genuine smiles of the local merchants. There is a special color on the facades of the houses and in the windows of the businesses that contrasts with the cold of the landscape and that, in some way that I cannot explain, fills your soul completely. It's one of those rustic, deep sensations for which written words fall short. They do not serve to describe it completely. You have to be here, breathe this air and experience it in your own flesh.