ÚTL Souvenirs – Epilogue
Epilogue – New Year’s resolution The end of the year was approaching, and Valur finally received a response: Your application for emotional reunification has been denied. Although you successfully passed the tapping language test, your dental test did not prove your unconditional love to the local culture and your deep emotional attachment. You may leave…
ÚTL Souvenirs – Chapter IV
Chapter IV – The Dead of Winter Valur dropped yet another heavy envelope full of administrative forms in the letterbox at the now ÚTL Souvenirs. He had spent the last few weeks undergoing a battery of tapping tests and in-depth interviews to document his application of emotional reunification. The cost of these procedures had also…
ÚTL Souvenirs – Chapter III
Chapter III – Autumn Harvest A mountain of cardboard boxes had taken over the deserted entrance of the shop. The temporary workers had left as they came, without a word, and both the institute and the shop had closed their doors for two weeks for renovation. The decision had been made to merge the shop…
ÚTL Souvenirs – Chapter II
Chapter II – Midsummer Madness Summer was in full swing, both at the shop and the immigration institute. There were constant comings and goings. The old man had hired new workers to load and unload new shipments. They had a special contract. They were made legal on the basis of temporary menial work needed and…
ÚTL souvenirs – Chapter I
Chapter I – To Spring “Our bestsellers are the T-shirts I don’t do tapping, Don’t tap to me, and then the classic I survived ÚTL,” said the old man, glancing with malice at the reinforced office counters on the other side of the hall. Valur was beginning to familiarise himself with the shop’s products. The…
ÚTL Souvenirs
Valur placed his heavy envelope full of documents in the letterbox at the ÚTL Institute. Their office counters were already closed. As he turned around, he saw a sign on the window of the new souvenir shop opposite the institute. “Looking to hire employee Ready to start immediately No tapping required.” Valur let his curiosity…
Poetry slam 2025
“Ég neita” by Marjón I often obsess over certain words or sentences in Icelandic that live rent-free in my head for weeks – if not months. “Ég neita” was one of them. I loved how it sounded but of course couldn’t find any realistic setting to use it. “Ég neita” turned into a raging protest-poem…
Nobody’s dóttir
Heyr me hreins your floor with my hreim. Does my skin screams skinka to you? Mask my menntun to ease your mind. Key kunnátta: Kann-you-tala? Nobody’s daughter In a land of dóttir Nobody’s bother In a land of bróðir Soon I’ll be crowned your kona without króna. No, your börn are no burden, I’ll burn…
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