Reading through this again I have realised how much of a negative picture I have painted of Iceland. It is bad here, but I don't think they are loosing as bad as I have suggested. Things are bad here, and it is astonishing to see how the financial crisis has hit this country and pulled it to pieces. However, I have furlongs of admiration and respect for the attitude of the people. I would not be at all surprised if by the end, they come out on top. I hope this is so. As ever, time will tell.
Richard x
Nobody is sure what to do.
Or how to fix the problems.
how to carry on.
And so,
This town is decaying.
Falling apart,
From the inside out.
Sad and sorrowful.
Paint chipped and derelict.
Rusted and weather beaten.
Heroic in its fall.
Victorious,
In its lack,
Of giving up.
And who can blame that?
That admirable last gesture.
That which humanity is built upon.
Struggling through,
Hard times,
With your head,
Held up high.
A beacon to fellow man.
"Come follow me",
They say.
"Do Not Sink,
With your head under water,
Sucking in death,
Through sodden speech,
And ill placed worry",
Needless and painful,
It is diseased,
And it is fighting,
Do they have any other choice?
I do not know.
But they are here,
And they continue to be here.
As victory falls through,
Their fingers.
Slipping like sand,
In an hour glass.
They smile upon black angels,
Cursing the scythes,
Of dark purpose.
Humanity at its strongest,
When it is weak,
And futile.
The land of fire,
And of ice,
Speaks to us.
An example,
Of hope.
Found in a dark hour.
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