My youngest stepdaughter was graduating from the Icelandic National School of Dance today [wOOt!] and they had their final performance this afternoon at the National Theatre.
It was such a great show and as I sat there in the audience I was, as so often before, transfixed by the scope of talent we have in this tiny country and the sheer confidence and joyful abandon with which people express their creativity here; like it matters, you know, like it’s important.
I sat there in the audience and thought about what a miracle it is … there’s just over 300,000 of us, like in a suburb in some big metropolis, living on the very edge of the inhabitable world, in the freezing cold and dark, not to mention in the midst of a deep recession, and instead of sitting around drowning our sorrows and generally feeling sorry for ourselves there are people dancing and making music and opening art exhibitions and writing books and publishing them and focusing on being alive.
In another couple of weeks, Ragnheiður will also graduate from upper secondary school [here in Iceland that’s like the last two years of high school and first two years of college combined], and in January she’s moving to Berlin with a couple of her girlfriends, where they’re hoping to find work and take dance classes and audition for schools. It’s a terrible time to be going, what with the krona so low, but they’re determined: they’ve already found an apartment to rent and have bought their airline tickets.
It’s so exciting!
Being thusly engaged, we were unable to attend the demonstration today, but heard that there were fewer people there than last time – probably on account of the cruel temperatures and awful windchill. It does NOT mean we’re giving up; no it does NOT. It’s currently -3°C [27F] but I’m betting it feels like -10 or more because of the wind. Sunrise this morning was at 10:41and sunset due for 3:51.