Sometimes I complain, think how hard it is to live in this stupid kreppa - third year running.
I feel bad for myself and wish I could go home. But really, things are not so bad for me.
We are not starving, actually we are eating well, unlike our year in þórshöfn, we have a roof over our heads, and a nice roof at that, and, unlike 846 other families this year, we did not loose our home to the bank. 846 in one year is a lot in a country of 300.000.
So, despite wage cuts, insane inflation and public service destroyed, I know we are blessed, we are still together, healthy and happy.
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