Story of Fire and Ice
I sat there by the fire in a cafe in Reykjavik, actually, it was a lounge of a hotel, and I could sit there without spending much money, and it was warm and cosy, and I felt safe.
And I sat by the fire and I was warmed by th heat, and I did not know I would soon call in a whole tribe to come and sit there with me and I did not know how weird things will get, and how karma is funny thing...
But at that time
I felt good.
And I read my book, or listened to music or just observed the magic.
Because Iceland is the land of Fire and Ice and it IS Magic
And I knew, one day I would return, loaded with cash and courage and go and discover all the things, that scared the shit out of me, as I sat by that fire, seeking the inner peace, I desperately craved for, since as long as I can
Remember..
To be continued ..
