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Where the Devil's Island Rises. A novel by Einar Kárason.
First edition.
Tommi saw when he thought back that Baddi had never been a naughty boy. It was just exaggeration and a lack of understanding of youth. Don't boys always stay boys? Towards the end, he had actually become a considerable burden to Tommi due to fines and compensation for all sorts of petty mischief that Baddi had been the initiator of, but that's how boys grow up. Tommi was most worried about the teenage boys when they started messing with spirits, stealing bottles and getting drunk and going into sheds and clubs with girls who screamed and cried and then came out screaming, all out of control, with fire and fury in their eyes, but still always let themselves be tricked into going back into the shed. But what was Tommi worried about? This is young and playful, Tommi had come to the opinion that it was only out of envy that the adults were always offended by the teenagers who could take life easy. Tommi himself, he was just like Baddi half a century before, so time had stood still. People were also saying that they were like father and son, and then Tommi became moved but embarrassed and finished speaking. Although it was incomprehensible, he knew that this was not completely out of the blue, he often saw himself in Baddi; both of them, for example, were terribly cold-hearted and before Baddi went out he always walked around in his patriotic underwear and woolen socks up to the middle of his calves; the gold of a fifteen-year-old woman. And if things got tough in the tobacco valley, the boys just took their noses like healthy Icelandic youth.
First edition.
Tommi saw when he thought back that Baddi had never been a naughty boy. It was just exaggeration and a lack of understanding of youth. Don't boys always stay boys? Towards the end, he had actually become a considerable burden to Tommi due to fines and compensation for all sorts of petty mischief that Baddi had been the initiator of, but that's how boys grow up. Tommi was most worried about the teenage boys when they started messing with spirits, stealing bottles and getting drunk and going into sheds and clubs with girls who screamed and cried and then came out screaming, all out of control, with fire and fury in their eyes, but still always let themselves be tricked into going back into the shed. But what was Tommi worried about? This is young and playful, Tommi had come to the opinion that it was only out of envy that the adults were always offended by the teenagers who could take life easy. Tommi himself, he was just like Baddi half a century before, so time had stood still. People were also saying that they were like father and son, and then Tommi became moved but embarrassed and finished speaking. Although it was incomprehensible, he knew that this was not completely out of the blue, he often saw himself in Baddi; both of them, for example, were terribly cold-hearted and before Baddi went out he always walked around in his patriotic underwear and woolen socks up to the middle of his calves; the gold of a fifteen-year-old woman. And if things got tough in the tobacco valley, the boys just took their noses like healthy Icelandic youth.