The spelling might be wrong on that.
That is the name of the play I saw on Friday with Kristina and Mar. Actually it was not a play yet, it was the second last dress rehearsal.
Anyways it meant the best of home and was basically the stories of a few people who had moved to Iceland.
They each rang so true. The first half made me laugh and laugh, the last half I started crying.
It used so many stereotypes like how Icelanders are so beautiful and how foreigners have jobs in playschools and cleaning.
I will not be someone who ruins it for someone else, not that I think anyone else I know will be seeing it, but still, I will not say anymore.