Gæðablóð: A gravely serious and dark story told in a brilliantly funny way
<p><i>Trausti Ólafsson writes:</i></p><p>The first dark-skinned man I saw was dressed in a blue coverall. He had a large push broom in his hands and was sweeping litter from the pavements outside Waterloo railway station in London, from where I took a train to Portsmouth on this, my first trip abroad. What drew my attention most in this black man's bearing was the feather-light suppleness of his b
Original: Gæðablóð: Grafalvarleg og myrk saga sögð á leiftrandi fyndinn hátt
<p><i>Trausti Ólafsson writes:</i></p><p>The first dark-skinned man I saw was dressed in a blue coverall. He had a large push broom in his hands and was sweeping litter from the pavements outside Waterloo railway station in London, from where I took a train to Portsmouth on this, my first trip abroad. What drew my attention most in this black man's bearing was the feather-light suppleness of his b