And so it's rolling on again.

I'm back in Iceland again, have been for some months and staying for another few days.

A few months ago, immediately after I arrived here again, I decided to stop this blog I had started 3 years ago (actually the day after I came to Iceland for the first time) , on account of 1) having little of interest to say and 2) just finding it harsh to express things in a light way

The other day, I was, as often on a week end, at the local fleemarket with a friend, when who should I bump into but some other friends from France, Iceland fans who are here on their 3rd visit.
They are both extremely talented artists in their own way: Corinne works glass and Philippe works metal, a good combination for a great couple :o)

Anyway, they have a blog also, and looking at it the other day made me want to post a few pictures again.

Incidentaly, yesterday I went on a trip to Snaefellsnes, so here's some food for the blog.
First stop next to Raudamelsölkelda The car I was renting in the foreground. A big bugger, and it looks tiny on the pic. Serve it right. As I got closer to where the glacier Snaefellsjökull stands, I tried to get out of the car several times, and you know what? Seriously it was SO freezing and windy I had to hop back in immediately! At some point it even took me a couple of MINUTES to close the car door, it was blowing so strong.
Incidentally, I wonder if the glacier is not trying to send me a message.
Last time I went to S. it was the same story (see end of post on the link).
Car almost flew away.
Maybe I should eat more breakfast and weigh myself down.

24 March

Well well well.

Today I have made a decision which has been pending for quite a while: it is time to stop this blog.

I started it 3 years ago when I first came to Iceland. Now that I am here again, the circle is closed.

Today also marks the first anniversary of Flo's murder, and to be honest, ever since then I have found it very difficult to write, or at least write light-heartedly on this blog: it's pretty hard to bullshit after an event like that, huh... :o)

Anyway. It was nice to write, and I'll probably find a way to keep you posted elsewhere (I do have an idea or two) if anyone is actually interested.

Take care, all of you, and thanks for reading for so long, especially you, Officer Pirate!
Emma

Fresh it's so fresh!

Since one can't and certainly musn't spend a whole lifetime pining and dwelling on the same things, here is a selection a few pics I took this year and like, to refresh the atmosphere.
You may click to enlarge...One of the good sides of Zürich I discovered just before leaving. Will explore it more when I go back! :o)
I love that sign. For those who don't understand German, it reads:
"Wildlife must remain untouched here. Please do not enter."
HaHa! So the Swiss DO possess a sense of humour!!

INTERMISSION

About an hour later:
I am currently learning to use the program IRFANVIEW.
For those who know me and my computer skills, you may rofl at the idea of me fuming and not getting very far, despite spending precious (very many) minutes trying to be proactive.FYI, (Einar, for example) the only reason why I am not utterly brilliant at computering ... is just that I never learned.. (as Lady Catherine de Burgh said wink wink mum!)
*sigh*, and consequently, the path to computer science seems as clear to me as this signpost.Also, talking about fuming, about a week ago, I decided it was about time for me to stop drinking coffee (I usually drink a minimum of two pots a day, culminating at around 5 litres (just kidding))
But still.
So for the first time in over 10 years probably, I have spent more than two days without my daily dose.

"But why?" I hear you ask... "Does it make you feel any better?"
The answer, as of now, is a plain NO. Sorry, but not really.

However I feel free as a Breton flying deer Yeah right.

However I am taking the opportunity to test the measure of (my) psychological dependance to coffee, versus actual physical dependance to coffeine.

Conclusion so far: since I haven't bitten anyone's head off so far, but am slowly starting to act as a monomaniac, mentionning the C word a minimum of 20 times a day, I guess I am proving to be slightly psychodependant.

Oh well, could be worse.
I'll just have to switch to air coffee.

This week, on January the 6th, a press conference was held in Perpignan by my father and stepmother with the purpose of alerting the media about (our case and) the inertia of the Guatemalan police regarding the investigation into the death Flo, and trying to mobilize both the public and the French government to provoke side effects in Guatemala (a.i to try and get the investigation to go a little further than where it's at now=nowhere)

One might have thought it obvious, but I am now forced to observe - and believe me it makes me mad- that the murder by asphyxiation of a young woman nine months ago is already much too outdated and not glamorous enough to mobilize frenzied mobs.

I'm afraid of being taxed with cynicism, but it appears (understandably) that the two French who were murdered by firearms in Niger 5 days ago have stolen the headlines.

I am disgusted for all of us.
For my sister, who certainly did not ask to return to France in a box her two feet in front,
For these two French whose lives were stopped in their track at age 25 in conditions as filthy as possible. Peace to them and their families.
For the French state who advised my family not to alert the public nine months ago and seems to drop us now that something more interesting has turned up,
For all of us, the public, who love to feast on flesh.
I feel sick.

To paraphrase Lucy, I hope 2011 will bring Justice for Flo

A few articles in French about the case
L'Express 07.01 2011
Le Figaro.fr 07.01 2011
L'Indépendant 07.01 2011
France soir 14.02 2011


VF
Cette semaine, le 6 janvier, une conférence de presse a été organisée à Perpignan par mon père et ma belle-mère, pour alerter les média sur (notre cas et) l'immobilisme de la police guatémaltèque relativement à l'enquête concernant la mort de Flo, et essayer de mobiliser à la fois l'opinion et le gouvernement français pour qu'il y ait des retombées côté guatémaltèque.

On aurait pu s'en douter, mais force m'est de constater - et croyez-moi ça m'ENRAGE- que l'assassinat par asphyxie d'une jeune femme il y a neuf mois est trop obsolète et pas assez glamour pour mobiliser les foules en délire.

J'ai peur de passer pour cynique, mais les deux Français qui se sont fait assassiner par armes à feu au Niger il y a 5 jours lui ont volé la une.

Je suis dégoûtée pour tout le monde.
Pour ma soeur, qui n'avait certainement pas demandé de rentrer en France dans une boîte les deux pieds devant,
Pour ces deux Français dont la vie a été stoppée net à 25 ans dans des conditions aussi immondes que possible. Paix à eux et à leur famille.
Pour l'état Français qui a conseillé à ma famille de ne pas alerter l'opinion il y a 9 mois et qui a l'air de nous laisser tomber maintenant qu'il y a plus croustillant.
Pour nous tous, le public, qui aimons tellement nous repaître de chair fraîche.
J'ai envie de vomir.

J'espère, pour reprendre les mots de Lucie, que l'année 2011 apportera Justice pour Flo.

Quelques articles parus dans la presse internet cette semaine.
L'Express
Le Figaro.fr
L'Indépendant
France soir 14.02 2011