\u00c9g veit ekki hvar \u00e9g f\u00e9kk \u00fe\u00e1 rellu \u00ed h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 v\u00e6ru bara prinsessur sem sv\u00e6fu me\u00f0 gr\u00edmu fyrir augunum. \u00dar Meatballs? Allavega. Einhvern t\u00edma fyrir langal\u00f6ngu var m\u00e9r bo\u00f0in sl\u00edk gr\u00edma, pr\u00f3fa\u00f0i en \u00fe\u00f3tti h\u00fan \u00f3\u00fe\u00e6gileg \u2013 svona einsog m\u00e9r hefur aldrei gengi\u00f0 heldur a\u00f0 sofan me\u00f0 eyrnatappa. Fyrir f\u00e1einum m\u00e1nu\u00f0um flaug \u00e9g s\u00ed\u00f0an fr\u00e1 Moskvu til Hanoi og var aftur bo\u00f0in svona gr\u00edma \u2013 til gjafar \u00ed \u00feetta sinn (Aeroflot moka\u00f0i alls kyns f\u00edner\u00edi \u00ed fj\u00f6lskylduna \u00ed fer\u00f0inni). \u00c9g man ekki hvort \u00e9g setti hana \u00e1 mig en \u00e9g man a\u00f0 \u00e9g svaf ekkert \u00ed fluginu. Kv\u00f6ld eitt \u00ed Hoi An pr\u00f3fa\u00f0i \u00e9g hana s\u00ed\u00f0an aftur og \u00e1tta\u00f0i mig \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed daginn eftir a\u00f0 \u00e9g haf\u00f0i alls ekkert rumska\u00f0 alla n\u00f3ttina. Sem er ekki bara \u00f3venjulegt, \u00fea\u00f0 er liggur vi\u00f0 einstakt. \u00c9g vandi mig \u00ed kj\u00f6lfari\u00f0 \u00e1 a\u00f0 nota hana \u00fear til bandi\u00f0 slitna\u00f0i \u2013 og hirti svo tv\u00e6r gr\u00edmur \u00ed fluginu til baka n\u00fa \u00ed apr\u00edl. N\u00fa sef \u00e9g d\u00fdpra en \u00e9g er annars vanur, kannski ekki alltaf, en oft samt. Og af \u00feeim s\u00f6kum hefur \u00fea\u00f0 gerst nokkrum sinnum a\u00f0 handleggirnir \u00e1 m\u00e9r dofna upp \u2013 \u00e9g ligg \u00e1 \u00feeim svo bl\u00f3\u00f0streymi\u00f0 st\u00edflast og vakna lama\u00f0ur fr\u00e1 \u00f6xl ni\u00f0ur \u00ed kj\u00fakur. \u00dea\u00f0 tekur svona m\u00edn\u00fatu a\u00f0 \u00f6\u00f0last fullt afl aftur, sem er mj\u00f6g langur t\u00edmi \u00feegar ma\u00f0ur er n\u00fdvakna\u00f0ur. \u00c1 d\u00f6gunum rumska\u00f0i \u00e9g um mi\u00f0ja n\u00f3tt vi\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 a\u00f0 d\u00f3ttir m\u00edn, n\u00fdor\u00f0in tveggja \u00e1ra, var gr\u00e1tandi \u00ed r\u00faminu hja okkur. \u00cd \u00fea\u00f0 skipti\u00f0 haf\u00f0i m\u00e9r einhvern veginn tekist a\u00f0 lama \u00e1 m\u00e9r b\u00e1\u00f0a handleggina \u00ed einu og gat ekki einu sinni teki\u00f0 af m\u00e9r svefngr\u00edmuna, hva\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 sinnt Aino Magneu, l\u00e1 bara \u00fearna handalaus og blindur, rembdist vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 reisa mig vi\u00f0, og enda\u00f0i \u00e1 a\u00f0 vekja N\u00f6dju me\u00f0 nefinu og einhverjum \u00e1m\u00e1tlegum skr\u00e6kjum. Vi\u00f0 lj\u00fakum \u00feessu \u00e1 lj\u00f3\u00f0i. Cripple eftir Carl Sandburg. (Trigger Warning: ableism (held \u00e9g, fer svol\u00edti\u00f0 eftir \u00fev\u00ed hvernig ma\u00f0ur t\u00falkar \u00feetta!)). Once when I saw a cripple
\n Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague,
\n Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air,
\n Desperately gesturing with wasted hands
\n In the dark and dust of a house down in a slum,
\n I said to myself
\n I would rather have been a tall sunflower
\n Living in a country garden
\n Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer,
\n Rain-washed and dew-misted,
\n Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks,
\n And wonderingly watching night after night
\n The clear silent processionals of stars.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00c9g veit ekki hvar \u00e9g f\u00e9kk \u00fe\u00e1 rellu \u00ed h\u00f6fu\u00f0i\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 v\u00e6ru bara prinsessur sem sv\u00e6fu me\u00f0 gr\u00edmu fyrir augunum. \u00dar Meatballs? Allavega. Einhvern t\u00edma fyrir langal\u00f6ngu var m\u00e9r bo\u00f0in sl\u00edk gr\u00edma, pr\u00f3fa\u00f0i en \u00fe\u00f3tti h\u00fan \u00f3\u00fe\u00e6gileg \u2013 svona einsog m\u00e9r hefur aldrei gengi\u00f0 heldur a\u00f0 sofan me\u00f0 eyrnatappa. Fyrir f\u00e1einum m\u00e1nu\u00f0um flaug \u00e9g … Halda \u00e1fram a\u00f0 lesa: Svefngr\u00edman<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5313"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5313\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/norddahl.org\/fjallabaksleidin\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}