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Krista Alexandersd\u00f3ttir<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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1.
Konan m\u00edn var fyrst<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dea\u00f0 ger\u00f0ist ekki \u00e1 einni n\u00f3ttu. Hugsanlega \u00e1 nokkrum m\u00e1nu\u00f0um, en fyrrum sk\u00fdrar minningar eru farnar m\u00f3\u00f0u til. En \u00fea\u00f0 mikilv\u00e6ga h\u00e9r er a\u00f0 \u00e1 67 \u00e1ra afm\u00e6lisdaginn minn, 21 okt\u00f3ber 2025, hvarf konan m\u00edn af \u00feessari j\u00f6r\u00f0u.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g ger\u00f0i \u00feau mist\u00f6k a\u00f0 blikka, \u00ed brotabrot af sek\u00fandu, og h\u00fan var fu\u00f0ru\u00f0 upp. Kaffibollinn enn\u00fe\u00e1 heitur, n\u00fdopnu\u00f0 mj\u00f3lkurfernan vi\u00f0 hli\u00f0ina. S\u00ed\u00f0ustu angar krydda\u00f0s ilmvatnsins teyg\u00f0u sig \u00ed gegnum r\u00fdmi\u00f0, leystust upp og hurfu vitum m\u00ednum fyrir fullt og allt. \u00de\u00f6gnin skerandi. \u00c9g var ekki einu sinni b\u00fainn a\u00f0 bera fram k\u00f6kuna. Gulr\u00f3tarkaka, upp\u00e1halds kakan hennar. Hva\u00f0 var \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00ed\u00f0asta sem \u00e9g sag\u00f0i vi\u00f0 hana?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Og \u00feannig byrja\u00f0i \u00feetta. \u00deessi n\u00fdja tilvera m\u00edn. N\u00e6st f\u00f3ru vinirnir a\u00f0 hverfa koll af kolli, r\u00e6nt af himnum ofan, og me\u00f0 \u00feeim sunnudagsmatarbo\u00f0in, steikin hans Palla, hl\u00e1trask\u00f6ll yfir rau\u00f0v\u00ednsfl\u00f6sku, samr\u00e6\u00f0ur inn \u00ed bleika s\u00f3laruppr\u00e1s. Eins og hendi v\u00e6ri veifa\u00f0. P\u00faff. <\/em>S\u00f6mulei\u00f0is f\u00e9lagar \u00far vinnunni. Einn daginn m\u00e6tti m\u00e9r har\u00f0l\u00e6st hur\u00f0, d\u00f3narnir h\u00f6f\u00f0u loka\u00f0 \u00e1n \u00feess a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta mig vita. \u00deannig h\u00f3fust m\u00edn launalausu eftirlaun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Afgrei\u00f0sluma\u00f0urinn \u00ed Melab\u00fa\u00f0inni, \u00feessi me\u00f0 b\u00f3lurnar, bleika h\u00e1ri\u00f0 og st\u00f3ra brosi\u00f0 sem bau\u00f0 m\u00e9r alltaf G\u00f3\u00f0an Daginn, <\/em>t\u00f3k sitt G\u00f3\u00f0an Daginn <\/em>me\u00f0 inn \u00ed ekkerti\u00f0. Unglingarnir \u00e1 b\u00edla\u00fevottast\u00f6\u00f0inni sem \u00ferifu b\u00edlinn minn \u00e1 laugard\u00f6gum skildu eftir v\u00e9larnar me\u00f0 s\u00ednu innihaldslausa g\u00f3li. Hver \u00e1tti n\u00fana a\u00f0 \u00fer\u00edfa b\u00edlinn minn?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raddir p\u00f3l\u00edt\u00edkusa og bla\u00f0amanna hurfu ein af annarri, \u00fear til allar \u00fatsendingar \u00fe\u00f6gnu\u00f0u \u00ed \u00fatvarpi og sj\u00f3nvarpi, fyrir utan augl\u00fdsingar sem voru leiknar \u00e1 lykkju. \u00deegar \u00fear var komi\u00f0 haf\u00f0i \u00fe\u00f3 aldrei veri\u00f0 jafn huggulegt a\u00f0 hlusta \u00e1 \u00fe\u00e6r, sme\u00f0julegar raddir \u00far ofleiknum augl\u00fdsingunum. \u00de\u00e6r voru a\u00f0rar en m\u00edn. S\u00f6nnun um raddir sem eitt sinn fengu r\u00fdmi til a\u00f0 hlj\u00f3ma. S\u00f6nnun um starfandi samf\u00e9lag frambo\u00f0s og eftirspurnar. Einn daginn skila\u00f0i Mogginn s\u00e9r ekki inn um l\u00faguna \u00fev\u00ed enginn var til sta\u00f0ar til a\u00f0 segja fr\u00e1, \u00fe\u00f3 heldur betur v\u00e6ri miklu fr\u00e1 a\u00f0 segja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fram \u00e1 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00ed\u00f0asta r\u00edgh\u00e9lt \u00e9g \u00ed syni m\u00edna tvo og barnab\u00f6rnin, sleppti \u00feeim m\u00e9r ekki \u00far s\u00fdnum \u00ed eitt augnablik. Vakti me\u00f0 \u00feeim allar n\u00e6tur, alla daga \u00fear til augun ur\u00f0u gl\u00e6r og hugurinn l\u00edka. En allt kom fyrir ekki, eina n\u00f3ttina dotta\u00f0i \u00e9g, a\u00f0 m\u00e9r fannst \u00ed eina sek\u00fandu, og er \u00e9g ranka\u00f0i vi\u00f0 m\u00e9r voru svefnherbergin au\u00f0, a\u00f0eins l\u00edkamsl\u00f6gunin steypt \u00ed d\u00fdnuna. Bl\u00ed\u00f0legum barnsandanum stoli\u00f0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c1 nokkrum m\u00e1nu\u00f0um (e\u00f0a voru \u00fea\u00f0 \u00e1r?) \u00feagna\u00f0i allt; g\u00f6tur, verslanir, sk\u00f3lar, almenningsgar\u00f0ar. B\u00e6ir, borgir, l\u00f6nd, heims\u00e1lfur. R\u00f6dd samf\u00e9lagsins uppr\u00e6tt. Hvert sem \u00e9g leit \u00ed kringum mig kom \u00e9g a\u00f0 veggjum \u00feagnarinnar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Var \u00e9g aleinn eftir?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ver\u00f6ld m\u00edn var\u00f0 a\u00f0 einu st\u00f3ru ey\u00f0ib\u00fdli. Ey\u00f0ib\u00fdli sem gn\u00edstandi kallar fram verund \u00feeirra sem bjuggu \u00fear \u00e1\u00f0ur. H\u00e1lflesin dagbl\u00f6\u00f0 \u00e1 rykugum bor\u00f0um, opnir sk\u00e1par, fullir af d\u00f6nsku matarstelli, gulnu\u00f0 gluggatj\u00f6ld og myndir af fj\u00f6lskyldume\u00f0limum \u00e1 k\u00f6ldum veggjum. Ey\u00f0ib\u00fdli hr\u00edfa mann me\u00f0 s\u00e9r, \u00feessi frummynd melank\u00f3l\u00edunnar og hi\u00f0 \u00e6pandi t\u00f3m nostalg\u00edunnar. Hvert einasta h\u00fas \u00e1 sinn s\u00ed\u00f0asta eiganda, sitt s\u00ed\u00f0asta andvarp. Eiganda sem skellir hur\u00f0 \u00e1 b\u00fasl\u00f3\u00f0 sem aldrei ver\u00f0ur aftur til neins. B\u00fasl\u00f3\u00f0 sem \u00f3neitanlega fellur \u00ed gleymsku me\u00f0 minningum kynsl\u00f3\u00f0a sem \u00fear \u00f3lust upp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tja, n\u00fa var heimurinn mitt mikla ey\u00f0ib\u00fdli. Einhver haf\u00f0i gleymt m\u00e9r, loka\u00f0 hur\u00f0inni og skapa\u00f0 ey\u00f0ib\u00fdli a\u00f0 innan sem og utan. E\u00f0a kannski var \u00e9g viljandi skilinn eftir. N\u00fa, sama hva\u00f0 var, \u00fe\u00e1 virtist \u00fea\u00f0 grunsamlega pers\u00f3nulegt, sem \u00e9g \u00e1tti erfitt me\u00f0 a\u00f0 fornumast ekki yfir. Kannski var m\u00e9r bo\u00f0i\u00f0 me\u00f0 en missti af lestinni?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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2.
L\u00edfi\u00f0 er mj\u00f6g langt<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

21. okt\u00f3ber 2040<\/p>\n\n\n\n

S\u00ed\u00f0ustu \u00e1r (man ekki hversu m\u00f6rg \u00e1r) hef \u00e9g a\u00f0eins sett eitt kerti \u00e1 afm\u00e6lisk\u00f6kuna m\u00edna. \u00cd byrjun h\u00f3fst s\u00e1 si\u00f0ur \u00fear sem kertin voru byrju\u00f0 a\u00f0 fylla alla k\u00f6kuna, vaxi\u00f0 lekandi yfir mj\u00fakt smj\u00f6rkremi\u00f0. En n\u00fa \u00fear sem \u00e9g hef misst t\u00f6lu \u00e1 aldri m\u00ednum, og kerti or\u00f0in a\u00f0 muna\u00f0arv\u00f6ru, hef \u00e9g veri\u00f0 \u00fevinga\u00f0ur til a\u00f0 halda \u00feeim si\u00f0 \u00e1fram. Og svosem, ef ma\u00f0ur hugsar til \u00feess, n\u00e6gir a\u00f0eins eitt kerti. Ma\u00f0ur f\u00e6r hvort e\u00f0 er a\u00f0eins eina \u00f3sk. \u00c9g \u00f3ska m\u00e9r til hamingju me\u00f0 afm\u00e6li\u00f0, og bl\u00e6s \u00e1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g hef \u00edtreka\u00f0 reynt a\u00f0 muna eftir eigin nafni. \u00c9g man ekki, \u00e9g skil ekki hven\u00e6r \u00e9g hef gleymt \u00fev\u00ed. \u00d6ll g\u00f6gn voru skilin eftir \u00feegar \u00e9g flutti \u00far h\u00fasinu eftir a\u00f0 fj\u00f6lskyldan hvarf og m\u00e9r datt ekki \u00ed hug a\u00f0 \u00e9g myndi \u00feyrfa \u00e1 pers\u00f3nuskilr\u00edkjum a\u00f0 halda \u00ed \u00feessari n\u00fdju verund. Hinsvegar t\u00f3k \u00e9g ekki me\u00f0 inni \u00ed reikninginn mitt glopp\u00f3tta minni, sem hratt f\u00f3r versnandi. Kannski var nafni\u00f0 svo r\u00edgbundi\u00f0 h\u00fasinu, m\u00ednu fyrra l\u00edfi, a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 var \u00f3m\u00f6gulegt a\u00f0 taka \u00fea\u00f0 me\u00f0 s\u00e9r. \u00dea\u00f0 \u00e1tti heima \u00ed hinni tilverunni, og hver \u00fearf \u00e1 nafni a\u00f0 halda \u00feegar \u00fea\u00f0 er enginn sem getur nota\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0? \u00deegar \u00e9g mun aldrei heyra hlj\u00f3\u00f0bylgjur \u00feess \u00f3ma um \u00fe\u00e9ttsettar g\u00f6tur. Og eftir \u00f6ll \u00feessi \u00e1r, er \u00e9g ekki viss um a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 passi m\u00e9r lengur, hva\u00f0 sem \u00fea\u00f0 var. Hva\u00f0 myndi \u00e9g heita ef \u00e9g yr\u00f0i sk\u00edr\u00f0ur \u00ed dag? M\u00e1 sk\u00edra sj\u00e1lfan sig?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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3.
Jasm\u00ednubl\u00f3min<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

V\u00e6g\u00f0arlaus t\u00edminn stendur \u00ed sta\u00f0 \u00feegar \u00fea\u00f0 er enginn til a\u00f0 minna mig \u00e1 hann. Segja m\u00e9r hva\u00f0 klukkan er \u00feegar \u00e9g spyr, minna mig \u00e1 a\u00f0 \u201ep\u00e1skarnir koma seint \u00ed \u00e1r,\u201c e\u00f0a \u00f3ska m\u00e9r til hamingju me\u00f0 afm\u00e6li\u00f0. \u00deetta t\u00edmaleysi einkennist hvort tveggja af algj\u00f6ru frelsi og fullkominni st\u00f6\u00f0nun. Vi\u00f0 erum b\u00fanir a\u00f0 vera \u00ed st\u00f6\u00f0ugu kapphlaupi, \u00e9g og t\u00edminn, sem er \u00fe\u00f3 alltaf me\u00f0 \u00f6rl\u00edti\u00f0 forskot \u00e1 s\u00e6luna. \u00c9g tek eftir \u00fev\u00ed \u00e1 hundinum m\u00ednum, Loppu-Doppu, sem lempast me\u00f0 \u00e1runum \u2013 skj\u00f6grar alltaf a\u00f0eins h\u00e6gar og h\u00e6gar me\u00f0 hverri dagrenningu, eins og h\u00fan voni a\u00f0 t\u00edminn haldi \u00ed vi\u00f0 hana, greyi\u00f0. \u00c9g \u00fearf enn\u00fe\u00e1 a\u00f0 klippa \u00e1 m\u00e9r t\u00e1neglurnar, h\u00e1ri\u00f0 heldur \u00e1fram a\u00f0 \u00feynnast, og s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00e9g man eftir m\u00e9r hafa vor breyst \u00ed sumur, sumur \u00ed haust og svo framvegis og svo framvegis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Flj\u00f3tlega eftir a\u00f0 fj\u00f6lskyldan hvarf \u00e1tta\u00f0i \u00e9g mig \u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 vorum \u00fe\u00f3 nokkrar eftirlegukindurnar eftir, h\u00e9r og \u00fear. Nokkrar hr\u00e6\u00f0ur sem l\u00e6ddust skelka\u00f0ar \u00fat \u00far or\u00f0lausum h\u00fasum. \u00dea\u00f0 var \u00fe\u00e1, (var \u00fea\u00f0 2026?) sem h\u00e6tt var a\u00f0 endurn\u00fdja dagat\u00f6l, og \u00e1\u00f0ur heilagir dagar f\u00e9llu flj\u00f3tt \u00ed gleymsku. \u00d3gnvekjandi \u00ed fyrstu, s\u00e9rstaklega fyrir \u00fe\u00e1 skipul\u00f6g\u00f0u, en dagat\u00f6l skipta svo sem engu m\u00e1li ef mi\u00f0vikudagur jafngildir laugardegi, j\u00f3lin jafngilda p\u00e1skum og eigendur afm\u00e6lisdaga eru horfnir. T\u00edminn var \u00far eftirv\u00e6ntingunni skapa\u00f0ur og \u00fea\u00f0 er erfitt a\u00f0 hlakka til \u00feegar n\u00e6sti dagur er hvort tveggja fullkomin \u00f3vissa og n\u00edstingskaldur hversdagsleiki. \u00c9g var ekki lengur a\u00f0 b\u00ed\u00f0a eftir neinu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

En \u00e9g hlakka samt til \u00feess \u00feegar hv\u00edt jasm\u00ednubl\u00f3min koma aftur \u00e1 tr\u00e9n \u00ed bakgar\u00f0inum hj\u00e1 m\u00e9r og gefa fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r s\u00e6ta lykt eil\u00edf\u00f0arinnar. Svo sta\u00f0na\u00f0ur er t\u00edminn \u00fe\u00f3 ekki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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4.
Hinn myrki sk\u00f3gur himingeimsins<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

R\u00e9tt eftir Hvarfi\u00f0 mikla byrju\u00f0u s\u00f6gusagnir um brottn\u00e1m geimvera a\u00f0 taka st\u00f3rt pl\u00e1ss \u00ed almennri umr\u00e6\u00f0u. Alls sta\u00f0ar \u00fear sem raddir komu saman var kvisa\u00f0 og hv\u00edsla\u00f0. \u00c1 kaffih\u00fasum, b\u00f3degum, heitum pottum, elliheimilum. Allir \u00e1 var\u00f0g\u00e1t, l\u00edtandi yfir eigin axlir, starandi \u00ed gl\u00e6r augu hver annars \u00ed leit a\u00f0 sv\u00f6rum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sporlaust. F\u00f3lk hvarf \u00e1n \u00feess a\u00f0 kve\u00f0ja e\u00f0a skilja nokku\u00f0 eftir sig. Ekki \u00e1 sama t\u00edma, svona svol\u00edti\u00f0 \u00e1 hvippinn og hvappinn. H\u00e9r og \u00fear. Af \u00f6llum kyn\u00fe\u00e1ttum, aldri, tr\u00faarbr\u00f6g\u00f0um, kynhneig\u00f0, landshlutum, st\u00e9ttum, fitupr\u00f3sentu. \u00c6tli \u00fea\u00f0 hafi ekki komi\u00f0 mannkyninu mest \u00e1 \u00f3vart, \u00fea\u00f0 hafi uppg\u00f6tva\u00f0 s\u00e9r til skelfingar a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 vorum \u00f6ll j\u00f6fn fyrir kr\u00f6ftum himingeimsins, gu\u00f0a og geimvera. \u00cd grunninn vorum vi\u00f0 \u00f6ll eins. Kaldh\u00e6\u00f0nislega var\u00f0 Hvarfi\u00f0 mikla \u00fev\u00ed \u00e1 \u00f6rskotsstund a\u00f0 einu mesta sameiningarafli mannkynsins fyrr og s\u00ed\u00f0ar, a\u00f0 hverfa saman, allir fyrir utan mig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

F\u00f3lk sag\u00f0ist hafa s\u00e9\u00f0 \u00e6ttingja flj\u00f3ta upp \u00ed himininn d\u00e1leidda. A\u00f0rir, a\u00f0 f\u00f3lk hafi einfaldlega leysts upp \u00ed milljar\u00f0a einda eins og sl\u00f6kkt v\u00e6ri \u00e1 sj\u00f3nvarps\u00fatsendingu s\u00e1larinnar. Sumir, n\u00fdaldarhippar a\u00f0allega, s\u00f6g\u00f0u vindinn hafa veri\u00f0 a\u00f0 verki. K\u00e1ri kl\u00e1ri hafi komi\u00f0 eins og \u00f3bo\u00f0inn gestur inn um gluggann og \u00feoka\u00f0 f\u00f3lki \u00ed burtu eins og t\u00f3mum ruslapokum. Enn a\u00f0rir s\u00f6g\u00f0ust, skj\u00e1lfandi, hafa s\u00e9\u00f0 h\u00e1vaxnar verur \u00ed mannsmynd, me\u00f0 gul augu og geislandi, koma og s\u00e6kja vi\u00f0komandi \u2013 \u201eHann st\u00f3\u00f0 \u00fearna bara, allt \u00ed einu, vi\u00f0 hli\u00f0 hennar, lag\u00f0i h\u00f6nd \u00e1 \u00f6xlina og svo voru \u00feau bara horfin!\u201d \u00cdhaldssamari kenningar gengu manna \u00e1 milli um dj\u00f6fla, lj\u00f3ta og hrekkj\u00f3tta, sem gripu f\u00f3lk me\u00f0 valdi og r\u00e6ndu \u00feeim inn \u00ed skuggana. En svo voru hinir bjarts\u00fdnu sem prediku\u00f0u um engla sem t\u00e6kju hina g\u00f3\u00f0u <\/em>upp \u00e1 me\u00f0an hinir sl\u00e6mu<\/em> f\u00e6ru ni\u00f0ur. \u00c9g vona a\u00f0 fj\u00f6lskylda m\u00edn og vinir hafi fengi\u00f0 a\u00f0 fara upp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ekki lei\u00f0 \u00e1 l\u00f6ngu \u00fear til enn fur\u00f0ulegri hlutir byrju\u00f0u a\u00f0 gerast. \u00dea\u00f0 var sirka sex m\u00e1nu\u00f0um eftir hvarf konu minnar, ef \u00e9g man r\u00e9tt (sem \u00e9g geri alveg \u00f6rugglega ekki), og enn vorum vi\u00f0 nokkrar hr\u00e6\u00f0urnar \u00e1 vappi. Su\u00f0i\u00f0 byrja\u00f0i l\u00e1gt, eins og feit randafluga \u00e1 s\u00f3lr\u00edkum sumardegi en h\u00e6kka\u00f0i \u00ed s\u00edfellu. \u00c1 f\u00e1einum m\u00edn\u00fatum steig su\u00f0i\u00f0 \u00fear til \u00fea\u00f0 var\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00f3b\u00e6rilegum skarkala sem steyptist yfir vit okkar allra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\u00f0 su\u00f0inu fylgdi alltaf lj\u00f3si\u00f0, eins og kveikt v\u00e6ri \u00e1 sterkum tannl\u00e6knastofulampa. Heimsins st\u00e6rstu og m\u00f6gnu\u00f0ustu lj\u00f3saperu sem gaf s\u00f3linni ekki s\u00e9ns, svo nau\u00f0synlegt var a\u00f0 l\u00edta undan. \u00deeir sem h\u00e9ldu \u00e1fram a\u00f0 stara blindu\u00f0ust. Alllengi e\u00f0a endanlega. \u00c9g gr\u00f3f andliti\u00f0 ofan \u00ed \u00fevala l\u00f3fana og bei\u00f0 eftir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00feetta li\u00f0i yfir. Sem \u00feetta ger\u00f0i, eftir t\u00edu til tuttugu m\u00edn\u00fatur. Su\u00f0inu fjara\u00f0i \u00fat og me\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed hvarf lj\u00f3si\u00f0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00deetta virtist gerast reglulega, sirkab\u00e1t einu sinni \u00ed viku, og \u00fer\u00e1tt fyrir truflunina blunda\u00f0i alltaf \u00ed m\u00e9r von um a\u00f0 \u00feetta v\u00e6ri einhverskonar kall. \u00dearna v\u00e6ru geimverurnar e\u00f0a Gu\u00f0 alm\u00e1ttugur loksins komin a\u00f0 s\u00e6kja mig og leyfa m\u00e9r a\u00f0 vera me\u00f0. En allt kom fyrir ekki. Truflunin leystist upp \u00ed algj\u00f6ra kyrr\u00f0, fyrir utan samt\u00ed\u00f0a andvarp \u00feeirra sem eftir voru.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Samansafn af heimsins bestu v\u00edsindam\u00f6nnum, verkfr\u00e6\u00f0ingum og geimf\u00f6rum, me\u00f0 alla heimsins fj\u00e1rstyrki, n\u00e1\u00f0u aldrei a\u00f0 finna \u00fat \u00far \u00fev\u00ed hva\u00f0an \u00feessi truflun kom \u00e1\u00f0ur en \u00feeir sj\u00e1lfir hurfu. \u00dev\u00ed hef \u00e9g l\u00e6rt a\u00f0 lifa me\u00f0 \u00feessum vikulega fri\u00f0arspilli. Ekki mun \u00e9g, me\u00f0alma\u00f0urinn mikli, finna \u00fat \u00far \u00fev\u00ed hva\u00f0 \u00feetta er. Kannski risast\u00f3r heilasuga? Og enn vakna spurningarnar \u2013 hva\u00f0 er \u00fe\u00e1 svona miki\u00f0 a\u00f0 m\u00ednum heila? \u00c9g hef kannski ekki miki\u00f0 fram a\u00f0 f\u00e6ra fr\u00e6\u00f0ilega n\u00e9 l\u00edkamlega, svona alm\u00fagama\u00f0ur, en \u00e9g get ekki sagt a\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e9 heimsins slakasta<\/em> eintak. En hva\u00f0 um \u00fea\u00f0! Vi\u00f0 mannkyni\u00f0 komumst ekki a\u00f0 ni\u00f0urst\u00f6\u00f0u \u00e1\u00f0ur en samr\u00e6\u00f0urnar d\u00f3u \u00fat. Endanlega gat enginn sagt til um hva\u00f0 var a\u00f0 gerast, hva\u00f0 ger\u00f0ist \u00e1 milli stakra augnablika og hika, sem gerbreytti l\u00edfi okkar fr\u00e1 krydda\u00f0ri steik \u00ed \u00f3salta\u00f0an hafragraut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c1 \u00feessu stigi hafa allar kenningar r\u00e9tt \u00e1 s\u00e9r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g taldi mig hafinn yfir allar svokalla\u00f0ar sams\u00e6riskenningar, fannst \u00fe\u00e6r bj\u00e1nalegar, eitthva\u00f0 sem heimskt f\u00f3lk t\u00f3k s\u00e9r fyrir til d\u00e6grastyttingar. \u00de\u00f3 er h\u00e6gt er a\u00f0 segja (\u00fear sem \u00e9g segi \u00fea\u00f0) a\u00f0 v\u00edsindalegar kenningar, e\u00f0a jafnvel bara einf\u00f6ld r\u00f6kfr\u00e6\u00f0i, missi forgangsr\u00e9ttinn \u00ed umr\u00e6\u00f0unni \u00feegar f\u00f3lk fer a\u00f0 hverfa svona upp \u00far \u00feurru. \u00dear standast hvorki \u00feyngdarl\u00f6gm\u00e1l Newtons, n\u00e9 afst\u00e6\u00f0iskenning Einsteins. Af hverju er \u00fea\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e1 svo fjarri lagi a\u00f0 gr\u00e6nir risar fr\u00e1 geimnum hafi r\u00e6nt okkur, e\u00f0a gu\u00f0ir fr\u00e1 pl\u00e1netunni Z\u00edon e\u00f0a Tl\u00f6n, bibl\u00edskir dj\u00f6flar fr\u00e1 hyld\u00fdpum jar\u00f0ar e\u00f0a umskiptingar hulduf\u00f3lks. Skiptir \u00fea\u00f0 svosem m\u00e1li?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00der\u00e1tt fyrir \u00edtreka\u00f0ar \u00fatvarpssendingar \u00fat \u00ed heiminn \u2013 \u201eHall\u00f3 heimur h\u00e9r er \u00e9g!\u201c \u2013 \u00ed \u00f6r\u00fereyjufullri von um svar fr\u00e1 \u00e6\u00f0ri vitsmunaverum, \u00fe\u00e1 var \u00fea\u00f0 or\u00f0i\u00f0 temmilega auglj\u00f3st a\u00f0 alheimurinn, r\u00e9tt eins og n\u00e1tt\u00faran sj\u00e1lf, bj\u00f3 yfir kr\u00f6ftum sem vi\u00f0 n\u00e1\u00f0um aldrei a\u00f0 ver\u00f0a partur af. Vi\u00f0 vorum l\u00edti\u00f0 anna\u00f0 en maurar (sem a\u00f0 e\u00f0lisfari geta ekki liti\u00f0 til himins), a\u00f0 aulast \u00ed s\u00f6mu halar\u00f3funni \u00e1 me\u00f0an yfir okkur st\u00f3\u00f0u verur me\u00f0 grimm bros og st\u00e6kkunargler. Ekkert a\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 vera maur, kannski bara ekki \u00ed \u00feessu samhengi. Nema hva\u00f0 um \u00fea\u00f0, \u00fe\u00e1 vir\u00f0ist sem a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 h\u00f6fum veri\u00f0 ger\u00f0 a\u00f0 f\u00edflum. Hinn myrki sk\u00f3gur himingeimsins b\u00fdr yfir kr\u00f6ftum sem vi\u00f0 n\u00e1\u00f0um aldrei a\u00f0 ver\u00f0a partur af.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rafmagnsl\u00ednur h\u00e6ttu a\u00f0 sj\u00e1lfs\u00f6g\u00f0u a\u00f0 virka, v\u00e9larnar brunnar \u00fat, og \u00fear me\u00f0 gervigreindin sem h\u00e9lt \u00f6llu samf\u00e9laginu gangandi. H\u00fan, greindin, var m\u00e9r \u00e1vallt \u00f3skiljanleg og tj\u00e1\u00f0i m\u00e9r ekki anna\u00f0 en aumkunarver\u00f0a minnim\u00e1ttarkennd samf\u00e9lagsins. K\u00f3\u00f0i me\u00f0 gervinafn, gervir\u00f6dd, sem f\u00e6rir \u00fe\u00e9r sv\u00f6r vi\u00f0 \u00f6llum \u00feeim spurningum sem \u00fe\u00fa g\u00e6tir m\u00f6gulega \u00fearfnast e\u00f0a ekki \u00fearfnast. J\u00fa, j\u00fa, oft rangar uppl\u00fdsingar, en hverju skiptir \u00fea\u00f0 ef \u00fe\u00fa \u00feekkir ekki muninn? \u00c9g var l\u00edklega or\u00f0inn of gamall fyrir svona n\u00fdjungar, en \u00fe\u00f3 komumst vi\u00f0 flj\u00f3tt a\u00f0 \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 gervigreind hj\u00e1lpar l\u00edti\u00f0 \u00ed heimsenda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gervigreindin gat ekki svara\u00f0:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eAf hverju eru allir a\u00f0 hverfa?\u201c<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eHvernig mun alheimurinn enda?\u201c<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eEru geimverur til?\u201c<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eHvar er afi?\u201c<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g hef alltaf vona\u00f0 \u00ed minni barnatr\u00fa, og vona enn, a\u00f0 svari\u00f0 vi\u00f0 hverri spurningu hafi veri\u00f0 Englar<\/em>. A\u00f0 b\u00f6rn m\u00edn og barnab\u00f6rn s\u00e9u n\u00fa \u00ed leik vi\u00f0 Lykla-P\u00e9tur, s\u00e1rsaukalaus og hamingjus\u00f6m. \u00c9g vil ekki vita betur. \u00de\u00f3 skammarlegt s\u00e9 a\u00f0 segja fr\u00e1 \u00fev\u00ed hef \u00e9g \u00e1 tilfinningunni a\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e9 b\u00fainn a\u00f0 gleyma n\u00f6fnunum \u00feeirra l\u00edka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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5.
\u201eS\u00fdndu m\u00e9r \u00e1tta mislukka\u00f0ar heimsendasp\u00e1r\u201c<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

1910 \u2013 Halley halastjarnan<\/strong>
Efni \u00ed hala halastj\u00f6rnu Halley mun drekkja j\u00f6r\u00f0inni \u00ed eiturgufum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1982 \u2013 R\u00f6\u00f0un reikistjarnanna<\/strong>
B\u00f3kin J\u00fap\u00edter-\u00e1hrifin<\/em> fr\u00e1 1974 predikar endi alheimsins 1982 vegna n\u00e1tt\u00faruhamfara tengdra r\u00f6\u00f0un reikistjarnanna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1997 \u2013 Hale-Bopp halastjarnan<\/strong>
S\u00e9rtr\u00faars\u00f6fnu\u00f0ur telur a\u00f0 geimskip s\u00e9 fali\u00f0 \u00e1 bak vi\u00f0 Hale-Bopp halastj\u00f6rnuna og muni bjarga s\u00e1lum \u00feeirra fr\u00e1 j\u00f6r\u00f0u eftir a\u00f0 \u00feau yfirgefa l\u00edkama s\u00edna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2000 \u2013 Y2K<\/strong>
\u00d3tti gr\u00edpur um sig a\u00f0 allar t\u00f6lvur hrynji 1. jan\u00faar 2000, og hafi \u00ed f\u00f6r me\u00f0 s\u00e9r hrun alls n\u00fat\u00edmasamf\u00e9lags.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2011 \u2013 Harold Camping kl\u00fa\u00f0ri\u00f0<\/strong>
Kristilegur \u00fatvarpsma\u00f0ur sp\u00e1ir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 d\u00f3msdagur ver\u00f0i 21. ma\u00ed 2011. \u00deegar ekkert gerist f\u00e6rir hann d\u00f3msdag yfir \u00ed okt\u00f3ber sama \u00e1r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2012 \u2013 Maja heimsendir<\/strong>
Heimurinn mun enda 21. desember 2012 \u00feegar langt\u00edma-dagatali Maja l\u00fdkur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2024 Opinberun geimveranna<\/strong>
R\u00edkisstj\u00f3rn Bandar\u00edkjanna opinberar samband sitt vi\u00f0 geimverur \u00e1ri\u00f0 2024, sem lei\u00f0ir til m\u00fag\u00e6sings og a\u00f0 lokum heimsendis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2026 \u2013 Vitsmunavakning gervigreindar (enn til \u00edhugunar)<\/strong>
Gervigreind vaknar upp til me\u00f0vitundar og tekur yfir mannkyni\u00f0 8. jan\u00faar 2026 me\u00f0 notkun d\u00e1lei\u00f0slu. Heyrn og sj\u00f3n brenglast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Innant\u00f3mar hr\u00e6\u00f0ur hr\u00e6\u00f0a<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eftir \u00fe\u00f3 nokkur \u00e1r (\u00e9g man ekki hversu m\u00f6rg \u00e1r) h\u00e6ttum vi\u00f0 \u00feeir f\u00e1u eftirstandandi a\u00f0 leita lausna. Vi\u00f0 hurfum h\u00e6gt og r\u00f3lega inn \u00ed okkar eigin skugga, okkar eigin einveru. Allar samr\u00e6\u00f0ur var b\u00fai\u00f0 a\u00f0 eiga, allar kenningar komnar \u00e1 bor\u00f0i\u00f0. Vi\u00f0 vorum b\u00fain a\u00f0 gr\u00e1ta saman, berjast saman, vinna saman. Sk\u00f6mmin elti okkur hvert sem vi\u00f0 f\u00f3rum af \u00fev\u00ed \u00fea\u00f0 var skammarlegt a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 vorum skilin eftir. Hva\u00f0 h\u00f6f\u00f0um vi\u00f0 gert til a\u00f0 ver\u00f0skulda \u00feetta, e\u00f0a ekki gert? Vi\u00f0 h\u00e6ttum a\u00f0 geta horft \u00ed augu hver annars af sk\u00f6mm. Vi\u00f0 litum frekar ni\u00f0ur \u00e1 \u00feurrar hendurnar, lotin, og h\u00e6gt og r\u00f3lega ur\u00f0um okkar eigin skugga a\u00f0 br\u00e1\u00f0. Skuggar snertu skugga. Vi\u00f0 s\u00f3lsetur var h\u00e6gt a\u00f0 sj\u00e1 drauga okkar endurkastast af k\u00f6ldum m\u00farsteinsveggjum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vakandi sofandi vakandi.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00cd lokin hurfu endurk\u00f6stin l\u00edka, og \u00e9g st\u00f3\u00f0 einn eftir me\u00f0 skuggann minn. Litla skr\u00edtna skuggann minn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eitt sinn var m\u00e9r sagt, af einhverjum svaka sni\u00f0ugum, a\u00f0 or\u00f0 v\u00e6ru eins og ryk, a\u00f0 kraftur \u00feeirra liggi \u00ed \u00fatbrei\u00f0slu \u00feeirra, og \u00e1n \u00feess a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 t\u00f6kum eftir \u00fev\u00ed safnist \u00feau \u00ed kringum okkur h\u00e6gt og r\u00f3lega. En ef or\u00f0 eru ryk, \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ir \u00fea\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00feau eru enn til sta\u00f0ar, einhvers sta\u00f0ar \u00fati \u00ed horni. Og g\u00e6ti \u00e9g s\u00f3pa\u00f0 \u00feeim saman, forn\u00f6fnunum, samn\u00f6fnunum, s\u00e9rn\u00f6fnunum, myndi \u00e9g t\u00edna \u00fe\u00edn saman aftur. Finna ylinn af silkimj\u00fakum hlj\u00f3mbur\u00f0inum, traustvekjandi taktinum og \u201e\u00e9g elska \u00feig\u201c-um. Ef \u00e9g fengi bara eitt augnablik \u00fear til vindurinn t\u00e6ki r\u00f6dd \u00fe\u00edna aftur me\u00f0 s\u00e9r eins og hann t\u00f3k \u00feig. Mig grunar a\u00f0 \u00e9g s\u00e9 a\u00f0 gleyma \u00fe\u00e9r, elsku konan m\u00edn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00cd leit a\u00f0 l\u00edfsneista<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g hef alls ekki dandalast um latur og umkomulaus \u00feessi s\u00ed\u00f0ustu \u00e1r. Stuttu eftir Hvarfi\u00f0 mikla fann \u00e9g lei\u00f0 til a\u00f0 senda \u00fat skilabo\u00f0 \u00ed gegnum \u00fatvarpsbylgjur. \u00cd byrjun f\u00e9kk \u00e9g einhver sv\u00f6r, hin og \u00feessi fr\u00e1 Bandar\u00edkjunum, Su\u00f0ur-Afr\u00edku, Brasil\u00edu, Gr\u00e6nlandi. F\u00f3lk \u00ed n\u00e1kv\u00e6mlega s\u00f6mu st\u00f6\u00f0u og \u00e9g. Allir \u00e6ttingjar farnir, b\u00f6rnin horfin, vinnust\u00f6\u00f0um loka\u00f0. Vi\u00f0 erum \u00f6ll svo svipu\u00f0. Sumar raddirnar voru sannf\u00e6r\u00f0ar um a\u00f0 v\u00e6rum \u00feau \u00fatv\u00f6ldu<\/em>, \u00feau heppnu, skilin eftir vegna \u00e6\u00f0ri vitsmuna okkar til a\u00f0 byggja upp n\u00fdtt og betra samf\u00e9lag. Kannski er \u00e9g f\u00fall\u00e1m\u00f3ti, en fimm m\u00edn\u00fatna samr\u00e6\u00f0ur me\u00f0 \u00feeim s\u00f6nnu\u00f0u einfaldlega a\u00f0 svo \u00e6\u00f0ri vitsmunaverur voru \u00feau ekki. <\/em>A\u00f0rir, og \u00e9g \u00fear me\u00f0 talinn, voru heldur vonlausari og hugsanlega mun lei\u00f0inlegri f\u00e9lagsskapur. \u00de\u00f3 \u00e9g hafi oft ofmetnast um eiginleika m\u00edna, \u00fe\u00e1 get \u00e9g me\u00f0 sannf\u00e6ringu sagt a\u00f0 uppbygging heils samf\u00e9lags s\u00e9 ekki m\u00edn sterkasta hli\u00f0. \u00c9g vildi \u00f3ska a\u00f0 foreldrar m\u00ednir hef\u00f0u skr\u00e1\u00f0 mig \u00ed sk\u00e1tana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c1\u00e6tlunin var alltaf a\u00f0 smala okkur saman, en vi\u00f0 g\u00e1tum ekki komi\u00f0 okkur a\u00f0 ni\u00f0urst\u00f6\u00f0u um hvar e\u00f0a hvernig, svona eldsneytis og rafmagnslaus. Hvorki flug n\u00e9 st\u00f3reflis siglingar komu til greina. Vi\u00f0 t\u00f6lu\u00f0um me\u00f0 uppger\u00f0ri von um notkun hesta og \u00e1rab\u00e1ta, en innst inni vissum vi\u00f0 \u00f6ll a\u00f0 \u00feetta var bara kurteisishjal. Bla\u00f0ur til a\u00f0 skreyta langar stundir \u00ed \u00feessum f\u00e1r\u00e1nlega heimi. H\u00e6gt og r\u00f3lega ger\u00f0um vi\u00f0 okkur grein fyrir \u00fev\u00ed, \u00fe\u00f3tt \u00fea\u00f0 hafi alltaf veri\u00f0 \u00e1 bor\u00f0inu, a\u00f0 sumir h\u00e6ttu a\u00f0 svara. Vi\u00f0 vorum kannski ekki svo blessu\u00f0 eftir allt. Ein og ein \u00fatvarpsbylgja logna\u00f0ist \u00fat \u00ed \u00e6pandi t\u00f3marr\u00fam. \u00cd lokin kvaddi mig s\u00ed\u00f0asta r\u00f6ddin, \u00ed mi\u00f0ri setningu. \u00dea\u00f0 var ungur og efnilegur ma\u00f0ur fr\u00e1 Gr\u00e6nlandi sem h\u00e9t Innuteq: \u201eHefur\u00f0u teki\u00f0 eftir ugl…?\u201c Svo byrja\u00f0i su\u00f0i\u00f0 aftur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eftir a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 \u00feagna\u00f0i gj\u00f6rsamlega \u00ed m\u00ednum t\u00e6knilegu samskiptum vi\u00f0 umheiminn, og eftir m\u00e1na\u00f0a\u00feoku af sj\u00e1lfsvorkun og eymd \u00e1kva\u00f0 \u00e9g a\u00f0 taka mig saman og fer\u00f0ast um meginlandi\u00f0 \u00e1 f\u00e6ti \u00ed leit a\u00f0 r\u00f6ddum. \u00dea\u00f0 var hugsanlega eitthva\u00f0 f\u00f3lk \u00fearna \u00fati, kannski heil samf\u00e9l\u00f6g, sem voru \u00ed algj\u00f6ru mi\u00f0lamyrkri, a\u00f0 b\u00ed\u00f0a eftir m\u00e9r.<\/em> \u00c9g haf\u00f0i allan t\u00edmann \u00ed heiminum og l\u00edti\u00f0 a\u00f0 gera vi\u00f0 hann.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g fer\u00f0a\u00f0ist um alla Evr\u00f3pu \u2013 ofan \u00ed hin sv\u00f6rtustu v\u00f6tn og upp \u00e1 hv\u00edtustu tinda. H\u00f6fu\u00f0borgir hinna st\u00e6rstu landa, og sm\u00e1 samf\u00e9l\u00f6g einangra\u00f0ra \u00feorpa. \u00de\u00e6r hr\u00e6\u00f0ur sem \u00e9g ramba\u00f0i \u00e1 fylgdu m\u00e9r \u00ed nokkrar m\u00edn\u00fatur, klukkut\u00edma, mest viku, \u00e1\u00f0ur en \u00feau fu\u00f0ru\u00f0u upp. Ef \u00feau voru \u00fe\u00e1 einhvern t\u00edmann til? \u00c6, \u00fea\u00f0 er svo \u00f3ralangt s\u00ed\u00f0an.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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8.
Yfirr\u00e1\u00f0 uglanna<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me\u00f0 su\u00f0inu koma uglurnar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00deau (e\u00f0a \u00fea\u00f0?) t\u00f3ku ekki d\u00fdrin me\u00f0 s\u00e9r og \u00e9g get stoltur sagt a\u00f0 \u00e9g redda\u00f0i m\u00e9r d\u00fdrum alveg sj\u00e1lfur, beljum og h\u00e6nsnum, fyrir mj\u00f3lk og egg og einstaka kj\u00fakling til h\u00e1t\u00ed\u00f0arbrig\u00f0a, eins og \u00ed dag. \u00c9g t\u00f3k a\u00f0 m\u00e9r nokkra muna\u00f0arlausa ketti og hundinn Loppu-Doppu, fyrir f\u00e9lagsskap. Og eftir nokkur \u00e1r er \u00e9g or\u00f0inn nokkurn veginn sj\u00e1lfum m\u00e9r n\u00e6gur \u00feegar kemur a\u00f0 uppihaldi. Svona eins g\u00f3\u00f0ur og h\u00e6gt er a\u00f0 vera \u00ed \u00feessu \u00e1standi m\u00ednu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hins vegar, merkilegt nokk, hefur allt fyllst af uglum. Uglur \u00e1 h\u00fas\u00fe\u00f6kum, gluggak\u00f6rmum, trj\u00e1m. Fl\u00f6kti\u00f0 byrjar \u00ed su\u00f0inu, v\u00e6ngirnir birtast me\u00f0 lj\u00f3sinu. Svo sitja \u00fe\u00e6r og stara inn um gluggana, stara bara og stara, en reyna aldrei a\u00f0 tro\u00f0a s\u00e9r inn. \u00c9g h\u00e9lt a\u00f0 st\u00e6r\u00f0arinnar augu \u00feeirra og gn\u00edstandi \u00fe\u00f6gn myndi r\u00e6na fr\u00e1 m\u00e9r \u00f6llu viti, en n\u00fa eftir a\u00f0 \u00e9g hef vanist \u00feeim eru \u00fe\u00e6r or\u00f0nar hinn notalegasti f\u00e9lagsskapur. \u00de\u00e6r koma aldrei n\u00e6r, halda s\u00e9r \u00ed h\u00f3flegri fjarl\u00e6g\u00f0. \u00c9g held \u00fe\u00e6r s\u00e9u a\u00f0 passa upp \u00e1 mig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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9.<\/em>
Svona mun heimurinn enda.
Ekki me\u00f0 l\u00e1tum, heldur kj\u00f6kri.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Var okkur ekki lofa\u00f0 einhverju meira spennandi \u00feegar kom a\u00f0 endalokum alheimsins? Var okkur ekki lofa\u00f0 heimspl\u00e1gum, n\u00e1tt\u00faruhamf\u00f6rum e\u00f0a at\u00f3msprengju? Ekki \u00fe\u00f6gn, ekki su\u00f0i, e\u00f0a hn\u00edgandi samdr\u00e6tti mannkyns eins og ni\u00f0urbl\u00e1sinnar bl\u00f6\u00f0ru. \u00dea\u00f0 hef\u00f0i veri\u00f0 sanngjarnt a\u00f0 leyfa okkur a\u00f0 svara fyrir okkur, a\u00f0 gera gagnslausa m\u00f3t\u00e1r\u00e1s. Vi\u00f0 hef\u00f0um allavega geta\u00f0 sagt a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 hef\u00f0um barist fyrir l\u00edfi okkar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g hrekk upp vi\u00f0 eigin r\u00f6dd \u00e1 n\u00e6turnar \u2013 \u00ed von um a\u00f0 h\u00fan s\u00e9 \u00fe\u00edn.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00deegar konan m\u00edn hvarf leystist sj\u00e1lfsvera m\u00edn upp me\u00f0 restinni, og skildi mig eftir verandarlausan. En vandam\u00e1li\u00f0 er, vandam\u00e1l allra vandam\u00e1la, a\u00f0 \u00e9g veit ekki hva\u00f0a p\u00fasl \u00e9g hef til a\u00f0 hefja n\u00fdja uppbyggingu. Engan til a\u00f0 spegla mig \u00ed, engan til a\u00f0 svara \u00feegar \u00e9g tala, segja \u201egu\u00f0 hj\u00e1lpi \u00fe\u00e9r\u201c \u00feegar \u00e9g hnerra, segja \u201eha?\u201c \u00feegar hann heyrir ekki \u00ed m\u00e9r. Enginn heyrir ekki \u00ed m\u00e9r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ef \u00fea\u00f0 var eitthva\u00f0 sj\u00e1lf fyrir \u2013 ef \u00feau eru yfirh\u00f6fu\u00f0 til \u2013 \u00fe\u00e1 var \u00fev\u00ed stoli\u00f0 inn \u00ed skuggana. \u00c9g uppg\u00f6tva m\u00e9r til skelfingar a\u00f0 allt sem \u00e9g taldi mig vera var \u00e1 hennar forsendum. Blessunarlega. R\u00f6dd m\u00edn hverf\u00f0ist um hennar sv\u00f6r, h\u00fa\u00f0 m\u00edn hverf\u00f0ist um hennar snertingu, sj\u00f3n m\u00edn um hennar augu. \u00dea\u00f0 skiptir ekki m\u00e1li hva\u00f0 \u00e9g heiti, h\u00e9t, ef r\u00f6dd hennar er ekki til sta\u00f0ar til a\u00f0 segja nafni\u00f0 upph\u00e1tt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

H\u00fan var s\u00fa sem elska\u00f0i mig allra mest, og \u00e9g s\u00e9 eftir \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 hafa ekki elska\u00f0 hana betur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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10.
\u00dea\u00f0 er byrja\u00f0 a\u00f0 vetra<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Skammdegis\u00feunglyndi er margtuggin klisja, af \u00e1st\u00e6\u00f0u. Veggirnir eru kaldir, kr\u00f3karnir eru dimmir og vindurinn sl\u00e6r h\u00fasi\u00f0 utanundir svo heyrist. \u00de\u00f3tt \u00e9g hafi n\u00e1\u00f0 a\u00f0 gera litla koti\u00f0 mitt heldur notalegt, mi\u00f0a\u00f0 vi\u00f0 a\u00f0st\u00e6\u00f0ur, vir\u00f0ist \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9rstaklega napurt \u00ed dag. T\u00edminn hefur aldrei sta\u00f0i\u00f0 jafn kyrr. Hann vill kannski a\u00f0 \u00e9g n\u00e1i a\u00f0 halda \u00ed afm\u00e6lisdaginn minn eins lengi og hugsast getur. \u00dea\u00f0 er kalt, kannski var \u00fea\u00f0 ekki svo sni\u00f0ugt a\u00f0 ey\u00f0a kerti \u00e1 afm\u00e6lisk\u00f6kuna, en \u00ed heimsendi \u00fearf ma\u00f0ur stundum a\u00f0 dekra vi\u00f0 sig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g skelf og n\u00fai saman k\u00f6ldum h\u00f6ndum. Ef a\u00f0eins \u00e9g hef\u00f0i einhvern til a\u00f0 kvarta yfir ve\u00f0rinu vi\u00f0, eins og \u00e1\u00f0ur, \u00ed notalegum heita pottum og g\u00f3\u00f0ra vina h\u00f3p. \u00deegar tala\u00f0 var saman, hnussa\u00f0 og sveia\u00f0 yfir hl\u00fdnun jar\u00f0ar (me\u00f0 loftg\u00e6sal\u00f6ppum) og n\u00fdkj\u00f6rnum framapotandi stj\u00f3rnm\u00e1lam\u00f6nnum e\u00f0a kurteisislega spurt um helgarpl\u00f6n, \u00feegar helgarpl\u00f6n voru enn til. \u00dea\u00f0 \u00feurfti ekki a\u00f0 vera neitt s\u00e9rstakt. \u00dea\u00f0 \u00feurfti a\u00f0eins vel heitan pott og tvo til \u00ferj\u00e1 me\u00f0almenn til vi\u00f0b\u00f3tar. \u00deegar \u00fea\u00f0 var enn h\u00e6gt a\u00f0 kvarta yfir ve\u00f0rinu, virtist kuldinn ekki jafn n\u00edstandi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hva\u00f0 h\u00e9t \u00e9g fyrir \u00feeim sem hlustu\u00f0u? \u00deegar r\u00f6\u00f0in var komin a\u00f0 m\u00e9r a\u00f0 tj\u00e1 mig sakleysislega um m\u00e1lefni l\u00ed\u00f0andi stunda?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g vona a\u00f0 \u00e9g hafi heiti\u00f0 J\u00f3sef. M\u00e9r finnst \u00fea\u00f0 fallegt og \u00fea\u00f0 fellur l\u00e9tt a\u00f0 v\u00f6rum. \u00c1reynslulaust nafn, svol\u00edti\u00f0 eins og \u00e9g.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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11.
K\u00e6ri lesandi. Graf\u00f0u mig undir nafninu J\u00f3sef Gu\u00f0laugsson<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00deetta er s\u00e9rstakur afm\u00e6lisdagur af \u00fev\u00ed a\u00f0 \u00feetta er minn s\u00ed\u00f0asti. \u00c9g hef aldrei s\u00e9\u00f0 sj\u00e1lfa mig sem manneskju sem g\u00e6ti teki\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 st\u00f3ra skref a\u00f0 enda l\u00edf mitt. \u00c9g hef heldur aldrei haft \u00e1st\u00e6\u00f0u til \u00feess a\u00f0 doka vi\u00f0 og p\u00e6la \u00ed \u00fev\u00ed \u2013 sama hvernig gekk. En n\u00fana, \u00feegar \u00e9g er aleinn eftir me\u00f0 enga von um a\u00f0 fj\u00f6lga m\u00e9r, \u00fe\u00e1 hefur hugsunin r\u00e9tt \u00e1 s\u00e9r. St\u00f3ra spurningin er \u00fer\u00e1tt fyrir allt: Er \u00fea\u00f0 jafn mettandi dau\u00f0dagi ef \u00fea\u00f0 er enginn sem rambar inn \u00e1 mann, breg\u00f0ur, og finnur fallega broti\u00f0 br\u00e9f \u00e1 eldh\u00fasbor\u00f0inu, \u00ed skrautskrift? \u00dea\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00e9g skilji eftir br\u00e9f gefur \u00fe\u00e1 birtingarmynd a\u00f0 \u00fea\u00f0 s\u00e9 enn \u00fe\u00e1 vonarneisti \u00ed hjarta m\u00ednu um a\u00f0 einhver s\u00e9 eftir. Sem \u00fe\u00fd\u00f0ir a\u00f0 \u00e9g \u00e6tti a\u00f0 halda \u00fat a\u00f0eins lengur. En ef \u00e9g skrifa\u00f0i ekki br\u00e9f, og svo kemur einhver a\u00f0 m\u00e9r og \u00e9g skildi ekkert eftir \u00ed kurteisisskyni? Nei, \u00fea\u00f0 gengur ekki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Og hvar byrjar ma\u00f0ur?\u201eH\u00e6, \u00e9g held \u00feetta komi engum \u00e1 \u00f3vart. \u201cNei, of aumkunarvert. Eitthva\u00f0 eins og \u201eTakk fyrir a\u00f0 skilja mig eftir…\u201d Nei, nei, nei, of biturt! Hva\u00f0 ef manneskjan sem finnur mig hefur ekkert a\u00f0 gera me\u00f0 Hvarfi\u00f0 mikla, bara enn eitt saklaust f\u00f3rnarlamb. \u00c9g veit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eK\u00e6ri lesandi, graf\u00f0u mig undir nafninu J\u00f3sef Gu\u00f0laugsson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dea\u00f0 var h\u00e6gt a\u00f0 finna heilan matse\u00f0il af svefn – og deyfilyjum \u00ed rykugum k\u00f6ssum n\u00e6sta ap\u00f3teks. \u00c9g t\u00e6mi rautt pilluglas og kyngi me\u00f0 bolla af volgu vatni. N\u00fa er bara a\u00f0 b\u00ed\u00f0a. B\u00ed\u00f0a eftir einhverju \u00f6\u00f0ru en s\u00ed\u00f0ustu tuttugu \u00e1r hafa bo\u00f0i\u00f0 upp \u00e1. Loppa-Doppa liggur sl\u00f6k vi\u00f0 eldinn og starir \u00e1 mig gl\u00f3rulaus eins og \u00e9g s\u00e9 byrjunin og endirinn \u00e1 alheiminum. Svona eins og hundar gera, en k\u00f6ttum myndi ekki detta \u00ed hug. \u00de\u00f6gnin er skerandi, andardr\u00e1tturinn aldrei veri\u00f0 jafn sk\u00fdr og me\u00f0vitundin dregin saman. M\u00edn\u00fatur l\u00ed\u00f0a h\u00e6gar og h\u00e6gar, sek\u00fandur sta\u00f0na. H\u00e6gt og r\u00f3lega byrjar su\u00f0i\u00f0 aftur, sk\u00e6rt lj\u00f3s kastast inn um gluggana og fl\u00f6kt \u00ed uglum heyrist \u00far n\u00e1l\u00e6gri fjarl\u00e6g\u00f0. \u00de\u00e6r ra\u00f0a s\u00e9r \u00ed kringum h\u00fasi\u00f0, augun st\u00f3r sem undirsk\u00e1lar. \u00c9g var ekki a\u00f0 vonast eftir \u00e1horfendum. Loppa-Doppa hleypur \u00ed felur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g hef\u00f0i hugsanlega \u00e1tt a\u00f0 finna m\u00e9r eitthva\u00f0 a\u00f0 bard\u00fasa \u00e1 me\u00f0an pillurnar ger\u00f0u sitt, \u00feessi bi\u00f0 er hrein pynting. \u00datundan m\u00e9r s\u00e9 \u00e9g a\u00f0 matarsk\u00e1l Loppu-Doppu er t\u00f3m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00d3nei.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

M\u00e9r er \u00f3glatt og mig svimar. Su\u00f0i\u00f0 er or\u00f0i\u00f0 a\u00f0 \u00edskri, augun klemd ni\u00f0ur af lj\u00f3sinu. \u00c9g reyni a\u00f0 \u00fereifa fyrir m\u00e9r \u00ed \u00e1tt a\u00f0 matarsk\u00e1linni, en f\u00e6turnir bera mig ekki. \u00c9g heyri Loppu-Doppu gelta \u00far fjarl\u00e6g\u00f0 og s\u00e9 hana \u00fat undan m\u00e9r \u00ed m\u00f3\u00f0u. Eins og \u00ed gegnum sk\u00edtugt fiskab\u00far. \u00c9g skr\u00ed\u00f0 inn \u00e1 ba\u00f0 og f\u00e6 mig til a\u00f0 \u00e6la. \u00c9g andvarpa, \u00e9g er \u00feakkl\u00e1tur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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S\u00ed\u00f0asta hvarfi\u00f0<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heimurinn er \u00fe\u00f6gull. Allar uglur farnar og \u00e9g get hugsa\u00f0 sk\u00fdrt. \u00c9g sest vi\u00f0 hli\u00f0 Loppu-Doppu \u00e1 s\u00f3fanum. H\u00fan s\u00e1tt og s\u00e6l eftir s\u00edna fullu matarsk\u00e1l, \u00e9g s\u00e1ttur me\u00f0 m\u00edna \u00e1rlegu gulr\u00f3tark\u00f6ku, me\u00f0 \u00feeyttum rj\u00f3ma. T\u00edminn er einstaklega, fullkomlega, kyrr. \u00c9g veit a\u00f0 \u00e9g get alltaf pr\u00f3fa\u00f0 aftur \u00e1 n\u00e6sta \u00e1ri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dea\u00f0 er banka\u00f0 \u00e1 dyr.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Loppa-Doppa l\u00edtur sn\u00f6gglega upp \u00far kj\u00f6ltunni minni \u00ed \u00e1tt a\u00f0 hur\u00f0inni. \u00c9g fr\u00fds, held ni\u00f0ri \u00ed m\u00e9r andanum og hristi hausinn \u00ed \u00e1tt a\u00f0 Loppu-Doppu til a\u00f0 bi\u00f0ja hana um a\u00f0 vinsamlegast gelta ekki e\u00f0a l\u00e1ta fara fyrir s\u00e9r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eHall\u00f3? Ertu heima!?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00dea\u00f0 er banka\u00f0 \u00e1 dyr!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g r\u00e6ski mig, hlj\u00f3\u00f0lega, og r\u00e9tt n\u00e6 a\u00f0 koma upp litlu kj\u00f6kri. \u201eEhem, hall\u00f3?\u201c hv\u00edsla \u00e9g falskt, r\u00f6ddin komin \u00far \u00e6fingu. \u201eHver er \u00fear?\u201c \u00c1n \u00feess a\u00f0 b\u00ed\u00f0a eftir svari stend \u00e9g upp, dreg l\u00fanar lappirnar upp a\u00f0 \u00fatidyrahur\u00f0inni og k\u00edki laumulega \u00fat um litla k\u00fdrauga\u00f0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eViltu opna, \u00feetta er \u00e9g!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hver er \u00feessi \u201e\u00e9g\u201c? Er loksins komi\u00f0 a\u00f0 s\u00e6kja mig? \u00c9g er ekki einu sinni \u00ed sparif\u00f6tunum. \u00c9g brosi laumulega, \u00fea\u00f0 hlakkar \u00ed m\u00e9r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g opna hur\u00f0ina varlega, titrandi eins og skelfd m\u00fas. Fyrir framan mig stendur ma\u00f0ur, langur, grannvaxinn og me\u00f0 \u00feykkan d\u00f6kkan koll. Kannski um \u00ferj\u00e1t\u00edu \u00e1rum yngri en \u00e9g. \u00c9g hef aldrei s\u00e9\u00f0 \u00feessa manneskju \u00e1\u00f0ur, \u00fe\u00f3 a\u00f0 augnar\u00e1\u00f0i\u00f0 dragi mig a\u00f0. R\u00f6ddin er mj\u00fak og taktf\u00f6st eins og konu minnar, bara d\u00fdpri. H\u00e1ri\u00f0 er s\u00f6mulei\u00f0is hennar, en \u00e1 annars manns haus. \u00dea\u00f0 er b\u00edll \u00ed b\u00edlast\u00e6\u00f0inu fyrir aftan hann me\u00f0 lj\u00f3sin \u00e1.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eH\u00e6\u201c, r\u00f6ddin titrar af barnslegri eftirv\u00e6ntingu. \u201eHver ertu? Hva\u00f0 viltu m\u00e9r?\u201c \u00c9g hef ekki heyrt bylgjur annarrar raddar \u00ed heila eil\u00edf\u00f0, n\u00e9 fengi\u00f0 a\u00f0 hv\u00edla augun \u00e1 \u00f6\u00f0ru andliti en eigin spegilmynd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ma\u00f0urinn m\u00e6lir mig \u00fat fr\u00e1 toppi til t\u00e1ar og augun breytast fr\u00e1 d\u00f6kkgr\u00e6num yfir \u00ed sv\u00f6rt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ung og sk\u00e6r r\u00f6dd heyrist fr\u00e1 b\u00edlast\u00e6\u00f0inu. \u201ePabbi!\u201c D\u00f6kkh\u00e6r\u00f0i ma\u00f0urinn l\u00edtur til baka \u00ed \u00e1tt a\u00f0 b\u00edlnum. \u201eB\u00edddu \u00ed b\u00edlnum \u00e1stin m\u00edn, ekki koma \u00fat!\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00c9g l\u00edt fram hj\u00e1 manninum \u00e1 b\u00edlinn sem er falinn \u00ed n\u00f3ttinni fyrir utan bj\u00f6rt lj\u00f3sin sem glampa \u00e1 n\u00fdf\u00f6llnum snj\u00f3num.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eVeistu hvar konan m\u00edn er? Er h\u00fan hj\u00e1 \u00fe\u00e9r?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ma\u00f0urinn r\u00e9ttir \u00far bakinu og dregur dj\u00fapt inn andann, eins og hann s\u00e9 a\u00f0 undirb\u00faa sig fyrir mikil r\u00e6\u00f0uh\u00f6ld.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201eH\u00e6 Gulli. \u00c9g heiti J\u00f3sef. Komdu me\u00f0 okkur, \u00fea\u00f0 ver\u00f0ur vel hugsa\u00f0 um \u00feig.\u201c Hann r\u00e9ttir fram h\u00f6ndina og kreistir fram h\u00e1lft bros. \u00c9g tek \u00ed h\u00f6ndina \u00e1 manninum sem lei\u00f0ir mig ni\u00f0ur \u00f3moka\u00f0a innkeyrsluna \u00ed \u00e1tt a\u00f0 b\u00edlnum. \u201eJ\u00f3sef, \u00fea\u00f0 er fallegt nafn.\u201c segi \u00e9g og brosi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Loksins.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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