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In
Reykjavik I have this oasis, the sculpure garden with the mysterious
work by Einar Jonsson. His work has always been an inspiration for me,
like a thread in my soul. When I was in my mothers belly we used to
live right next to the garden and she spent a lot of time there. When
I was a kid I used to think there was a big grave in the garden, there
is a hill there that I later found out contains his work that he wasn't
pleased with and thus shattered into pieces and dug them there. I always
take my friends from other countries that visit my humble city to the
sculpure garden. They might never know but I feel a part of this garden.
Like an old backyard I used to play in. In this garden I feel more like
a kid then in any zoo I have ever been to. As a matter of fact then
there is nothing that makes me more depressed that is supposed to be
entertaining then going to a Zoo.
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