Iceland is my little world, the village with my relatives and friends, people I love and people I hate. It’s a magical place. Our feeling for magic stems from out recent past ; until 50 years ago Icelanders were still living in the Middle Ages. Actually they still do. The average Icelander might now have a portable phone and a satellite antenna, but his soul still lives in the rural Iceland of the 1750’s. Even though I’ve felt quite misunderstood in Iceland, I’ve always found that quite fascinating.