I grew up in a small fisherman's village on the north-east coast of Iceland, located on the Melrakkaslétta praire to be more exact. The view is amazing, there are no trees there and no mountains, you can see the horizon all around.

Growing up there is a wonderful thing for children, we ran around in the nature all day, only coming in to eat. The world was our playground. We practised jumping between rocks and looked for treasures at the shore.

I remember the salty smell of the ocean, the cold sea breeze and the sparkling stars in the sky at night time in December. I remember walking to my grandparents, to me it seemed in the middle of the night, when in fact it was just before supper, and the stars were looking down on me, looking like diamonds. I looked down at the snow and it was sparkling because of the frost and I thought that the stars had fallen down. I was four years old.