This is Tony Rice. Today, which is the year’s longest day, I would, if I could, be on the Torshávn ferry, and I would be at Regin Dahl’s burial tomorrow. Everyone else is there by now except for me and the one who has gone. His house will be snug like all Faroese houses, and the grass will grow emerald green upon its roof. Axé, Regin.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 