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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The dark cold long crisis winter


These are notes, notes of thought, written without any depth. I probably contradict myself and upon better thought.
First of all Iceland - what did I wake up to? I think it is obviously mostly the politicians, the bankers and the so called control agency to blame. But honestly almost everyone I know has been living to an excess. "I have 20 jumpers, but none is yellow, so I bought one dark yellow and one mustardy yellow jumper". Including myself. We are living in times of a total consumption, even cultural consumption. Or perhaps we are just hamstering for worse times. I fear that all this will lead to a patriotism without any criticisms. It is not like Iceland is not a proud nation. It was interesting to be abroad as an Icelander in the middle of the storm. Suddenly it was not WOW, but ooooooohhhh. Not Björk anymore, but poor little pathetic nation. Fifty days after the crash no one has taken any decisions and it seems that nothing at all is done or will done. We will just sail into oblivion.
Ahead of us is the long dark cold crisis winter.
But I fear nothing.

Untitled heroes
What I do fear though is Nóra. I have found the best christmas present of them all. In a test glass you put shit (if you are totally fearless) or a piece of cloth is contaminated with this little virus. You can use it against the person you hate the most. Spread it all over them, touch them with it and they will fall down like a shot bird. Vomits and diarreah for a week. Marvellous weapon. Or you can use it as a tool to loose weight. Perhaps if you can get hold of them, you can use it against the prime minister, the "so called" head of the central bank or alike monsters.

A pleasure light at the back of the dark tunnel is Barcelona. We will have to wait what happens in December, when they meet Valencia, Sevilla and Real Madrid. There seems to be a togetherness that was there in the two marvellous years of Rijkaard. They grind their teeth and show a believe and a willing to win and to please that I feel proud of. I love my team to work for a beautiful victory. Patriotism aside, it does make me proud to have that many homegrown players. Valdés, Pique, Puyol, Busquets, Iniesta, Xavi, Bojan and Messi. Please make my winter.

United against the enemy

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Blogger Yrsa Roca Fannberg said...

Thanks for the comments on the last post. I agree that the wins came far too easy, hopefully pep (what a bad name) can keep them motivated, but as football and other things in life is so much about belief I do think it has just given them the right assurance that this is the way forward.

9:12 AM  
Blogger Raimon said...

Ànims Yrsa. Resorgireu. Sou un país civilitzat.

9:05 PM  
Blogger Yrsa Roca Fannberg said...

At least when we are not drunk...

9:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hola Yrsa,

I like very much the watercolour "Rijkaard and his lonely shadow" from the previous post. I think it does perfectly reflect the solitude that probably Frank experienced so many times, specially at the end of his time as Barça coach.

I hope see you more often in the Yoya circus.


9:51 PM  
Blogger Elmander de la tele said...

11:40 PM  
Blogger Lenny said...


Muchos ánimos, Islándia es un pais que siempre me ha caido bien.

Traducido para Cruijff, que no sabe inglés: The car is in the kitchen and the stomachache hurts like a dog biting. LOL.

Un saludo!

8:26 AM  

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