Vampirized by Iceland

Lucky me, I have been to escape from Iceland for few days. The free world is amazing. The free world
is sunny and warm. The free world is Sweden.  Tough the free world is kind of strange when you
have to multiply the price of things by 18 in order to know the equivalent price in Icelandic Króna (ISK).
This is not easy to multiply by 18.  and it is also probably very dangerous both for your mental and
emotional health to do that. This is just painful. No one should have to multiply prices by 18.  Maybe
it is time to make the ISK bounce back.  Though when you buy let's say some food, (usually the
cheapest one on the menu), you kind of feel that you are being very naughty. I have felt that.."this is
taboo feeling". This is like playing with fire. Tempting and burning.  

I think the people in Iceland who wants to hold back on the Icelandic króna haven t been abroad for a very long time, or they are
some kind of mathematical genius that can multiply 273 per 18 in less than 10 seconds. Maybe it is
time to let is got. Maybe it is time to pull the plug and let Krónan Bouncedóttir die in peace. Why
shoud the króna  fights curencies who are 18 times stronger?  It is like remaking David and Goliath
but with a drunk legless and armless david. Not  fair. Not even in a chance. 

One other thing that i need to mention is the fact that my body has apparently mutated. I probably do
no photosynthezise sun light anymore. My skins, my cells have given up on sun light.  Thank you
Iceland to have sentenced me to eternal darkness. After a full day in the sun, just walking around i
feel like i have been laying on a tanning bed for a full month. No because I got one of those amazing
healthy tan / orange glow. I just feel cooked on the inside, my brain is mushy, my eyes are tearing
and this even though I was wearing sun glasses. My skin, exposed to those long hours of sunlight
did not even changed color. I am still as white as Casper the ghost' s ass. Not even a red sunburn
spot.

Nothing. Nada. Rien de rien. 

Le Virgile il est toujours  blanc comme un cul.  I remenber few
years ago, when i was exposing myself to the sun, I was getting at least redish. Now I have as much
albedo as a glacier in Iceland. I am reflecting sunlight. Conclusion of the sun exposure day: I have
been vampirized by Iceland and I am not one of one of those sparkling/glittering Twigh Light
vampire.  The next time i expose myself to the sun, i will most likely change into a puff of ashes.  
Thank you Iceland, to have changed the French man that I am, into a creature of darkness.   The only
thing that I have to do now is to wander the streets of Gautaborg and to look for blood.  

V