
I imagine myself shooting through the night on a motorcycle. That I’m driving out of the town and letting myself disappear into the darkness. I’m as good as gone. This is why I went to Spain, to disappear.
It has been raining nonstop for several days when the forest slides down the hillside, setting off a series of events in the life of the landowner and patriarch, Magnus. Shortly afterward the bombs are discovered.
A subtly funny and sometimes ambiguous story about when everyday life is turned on its head and death comes knocking.
HAVRAN KATI, Ú SZÓ
RAGNHILDUR THRASTARDOTTIR, MORGUNBLADID DAILY
REBEKKA SIF STEFANSDOTTIR, LESTRARKLEFINN BLOG
GAUTI KRISTMANNSSON, VIDSJA, NATIONAL BROADCASTING SERVICE
OTTAR KOLBEINSSON PROPPE, FRETTABLADID DAILY