Author: Gabriele R. Guðbjartsson
Striking Gold
How likely is it that a foreigner moves to Iceland, builds a sufficient amount of capital, starts a business and…
Sparing the Rod
When I was 9 years old my mother put me in jail. She did it after my brothers and sisters…
The Secret to Gift Giving
Giving the perfect gift is a talent. It requires months of listening, paying attention to fine details and if you’re…
Ten Little Who?
When you dig up the past, you are bound to see some of the dirt. Unfortunately, this dirt is in…
Mount Esja: The New Couple’s Therapy
In these modern times the therapy market is booming with self-help books, talk shows, relaxing CDs, day spas and the…
For Hrafn Gunnlaugsson There Really is No Place like Home
“I’m like a raven, I collect things,” Icelandic film director Hrafn Gunnlaugsson says of his seaside hidden abode. As an…
So, How Do I Like Iceland?
It’s a popular custom as well as a national joke to ask someone, “How do they like Iceland?” within the…
Crying Out Loud
In 1997 Annette Sorensen, a Danish actress, was visiting her Brooklynbased husband in New York City along with their 14-month-old…
Nothing but the Word
The first time I heard it used by a child I was quite shocked and a bit disturbed. Did that…
Think Like a Tourist
I don’t drink and the smell of smoke makes me want to wear a gas mask. And just for the…
Religion by Numbers
In 1949 artist Dan Robbins birthed a concept allowing millions of Van Gogh novices into the sacred portal of the…
Simply Speaking
Silence is golden; however, living in a world with nothing but that can be the antithesis of anything bright and…
Fear of a Colourless Society
It was the spring of 2003 when I experienced Iceland for the first time. The country completely captivated me and…
The Right to Remain Silent
It’s Tuesday night at a quarter to ten and my family and I are strolling down Laugavegur, one of the…