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On the island of βrju Vindúr, life was defined by directions
of three winds. A treacherous wind blew in from the ocean, while bitter cold wind swept down from mountains. Winds
from valleys sneaked in over green hills, blasting unexpectedly.
One at a time would have been acceptable, but usually two
or three gusted through the town of Bakkafjörður
all at once. Merely walking up or down a
street necessitated clinging to a wall, or hanging on for dear life on a ship rope
strung along streets.
Needless to say, villagers were noted for exceptional
muscular development. Even so, none
could walk up or down streets without assistance. However, one man had this skill, and he
mocked other villagers as he strolled along, hands in pockets, posture
straight. Only his hair waved as winds
blew.
Eiður was such a man. No humility existed in him. Pride emanated off him. Oh, how others grew
to hate him.
He had the chance to leave the island on a ship
delivering goods (as you can imagine little could be grown there). Hopping aboard, he waved at villagers who
wished all sorts evil to descend upon him.
Eiður returned after a month
with big smiles and stories to tell. But he had no idea that a month away
from three winds had changed him.
He stepped off the ship and was immediately thrown to his
hands and knees. Trying stand up, Eiður
found himself again creeping like a dog along streets to his house. He could not stand. He could not pull himself up on the
ropes.
From there on, Eiður
moved from one spot to another, crawling.
Villagers watched him.
Justification was theirs.
Í andlitð!
(In
your face!)
This language is Icelandic, taken from a site, Translating English to Icelandic.
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This story is strictly metaphorical. No such island exists in Iceland, altho there are many other amazing islands and land forms!
Pride goeth before a fall. Or in his case, before several falls.
ReplyDeleteYes, and may he have more future falls.
ReplyDeleteI wondered what language that was. I was thinking Danish or Swedish, maybe Norwegian. Now I see how close I was. Iceland belongs to Denmark.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind having good muscular development like that, but having to haul oneself around by ropes doesn't seem like fun.
Icelandic is considered the purest language of original Vikings. Denmark definitely.
DeleteNever grow cocky as it can all be taken away.
ReplyDeleteI've lived in places that felt like that.
I see a story here, a life story.
DeleteAn ill wind blows no good, especially for that fellow.
ReplyDeleteOh, that is one apt saying.
DeleteWE all get ours in the end don't we? Doesn't pay to be cocky.
ReplyDeleteJust when I thought I had conquered a skill, invariably I hadn't.
DeleteKinda similar to astronauts, I imagine. Gravity isn't that hard when you're used to it, but be in microgravity for a long time, and dealing with our normal pull is hard.
ReplyDeleteThat would definitely be true! Living on a space station for months at a time would have a tremendous effect on bones.
DeleteCan sure come back to bite one in the butt, cocky doesn't pay.
ReplyDeleteIt can happen to all of us.
DeleteThe words Pride and Fall come to mind ...
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Pride and Fall and Crawl!
DeleteKind of a sad story, but I was rooting for Eiður. I liked that he was able to get around like he did. I guess I'm always going against the grain.
ReplyDeleteArlee Bird
Tossing It Out
I would think you would be. Would you be crawling up a hill, hanging onto a rope, or able to stand against the winds?
DeleteThe greatest friend of truth is time, the greatest enemy is prejudice and may your constant companion be humility.
ReplyDeleteAwesome. that would make a great header for a blog.
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