Chapter 75 blowing snow into the house

I have been staying in Iceland for several days, and it is very hard to drive in the snow every day.What are you rushing to see?Occasionally it is to look at natural landscapes, but most of them are to look at the way humans survive in the severe cold. It is a bit outdated to hear this statement on the first day of junior high school, because in recent years, Iceland has used geothermal and hydroelectric power to generate excess energy. Even a small village is lit up all night, with all electrical appliances, and no longer fears the severe cold.But in my opinion, this is still the surface of life.Many modern technologies often use fancy similarities to cover up the nature of survival everywhere. In fact, the nature of survival is the precipitation of thousands of years, how can it be easily removed?If it is really removed, is it a blessing or a tragedy?This paradox is particularly evident in Iceland.

For example, the discovery of energy advantages made Iceland excited for a while, and it borrowed money to build a large number of power plants to attract foreign capital, but how could foreign capital easily take a fancy to the energy of Iceland so far away?The result is high debt, while a power plant runs at low load.Therefore, those lanterns that stay on all night are the long sigh of the ice and snow land. To this day, the Icelandic economy still relies on fishing, which is the same as it has been for thousands of years, but now it is necessary to use the hard-earned income of this ancient industry to repay the heavy foreign debts caused by modern impulses.If the port is blocked by ice or the waters are polluted, the country's economic lifeline will be blocked immediately. This is the original survival nature of this island.

Then, the rows of high-voltage wires draw only the anxiety and hope of Iceland, while the old wooden house sunken in snowdrifts next to the wire iron frame, and the old eyes looking out from the small window of the wooden house are Iceland’s true love. of secrets.There is also hope there, only hope that the sunny day will come on time, not eager; there is also geothermal heat, but it is a vague friendship among the scattered people, and it is not noisy. I know my thoughts are influenced by sakya.The pace of life here is slow, and all actions are accompanied by a long wait, so I also take Sakya with me, and I will read it whenever I sit down. In this way, the objects in front of me are back and forth from hundreds of years ago Circling, just want to control the long-term unchanging source.

Sit for a long time today by a geothermal saltwater lake, where the ice water and steam collide violently to form a strange open-air bath, and the partners are excited to soak in the soup pool surrounded by snow, and have been shouting favorite I was swimming, and I was completely attracted by Sakya, I only raised my hand to signal, and didn't even take my eyes off the page.So addicted at both ends, it was midnight when I realized it, and Reykjavik was still far away. Our car was looking for its way in the snow again, turning around, and everyone was already hungry.The feeling of hunger is always mixed with anticipation, and the less hope of relief, the stronger it is.According to our experience a few days ago, it is impossible to go back to Reykjavik to eat at this time. There is not even a guard in the entire small hotel. You can only open the door by touching the corridor, and there are very few restaurants on the street. The shop has long been asleep in the abyss.

In such hopeless frustration, Xuxu slightly opened his eyes and glanced out of the car window, and saw a small wooden sign, which seemed to have the words "dinner" vaguely under the cover of the snow. He stopped in a hurry, but there was no light. The wooden sign may have been invalidated ten years ago, but he still looked around eagerly.I saw a wooden house in front of me, built close to the ground, with a roof like an overturned ship.I know that this is an extension of the longhouse where the Vikings lived, but it is bigger than the previous one. He knocked on the door without any hope, knocked about ten times, and was about to leave when the door creaked open.There was dim light in the house, and it was an old lady who opened the door.We pointed to the wooden sign outside the door, and the old lady immediately let us in, turned on the light, and patted the snowflakes off our shoulders one by one.After filming, he raised his finger and pointed to our number, then turned around and shouted into the room. We couldn't understand, but we guessed it must be: here are guests, eight!As soon as the shouting fell, there was a sound in the house. It must be that the family members woke up from their sleep and were getting up.

Turning the corner from the room where the snow was blowing at the entrance, there is a hall.The old lady invited us to sit down at the table, and then turned to poke the stove.The first person to come out of the back room was a young man, holding a plate in his hand, with a bottle of red wine on it, and several wine glasses. He poured a glass for each of us quickly. He could speak English and asked us to drink first. We had just served our cups when the old man came out, holding a few plates of arctic fish and shrimp and a basket of bread. This speed made us feel elated, and we didn't care that the basket was empty.The old man obviously panicked and went back to the kitchen to look for food, and we started to calm down because we had something to eat.When the old man reappeared, the food served was rather fragmented, apparently scavenged from corners, but the thick soup that was placed on the stove just now was already boiling, and everyone was interested in drinking the soup.

At this time, the room was lit up, and an extremely beautiful young woman flashed out from some door, tall and peaceful like a jade ice sculpture, holding a baby in one hand, and coming to add soup for us with the other.She is obviously the daughter-in-law of the family, and she also got up to help.The flickering fire made her smoky, and for the first time in so many days we saw the beauty of Iceland.The baby in her hand cried when she saw the black hair, so she shook her head and smiled and hugged her back. The cry of the child made us realize the serious disturbance to the family so late at night. Fortunately, we had eaten enough, so we got up to pay the bill and left, and the whole family bowed to the door to see us off.

As soon as the car started, I felt that the road was blurred, the snow was blurred, and I didn't know where the wooden house was or where the lights were when I turned around. I think this is another kind of geothermal heat hidden deep in Iceland, which was received by the Vikings and navigators who landed late at night.