The Faroe Islands – The next-door neighbor and lost relatives by Áslaug Guðmundsdóttir
Last week I was walking back to my rental house from the Uni here on the Faroe Islands. As I approached my house, I noticed an elderly man standing in his yard next door. He walked towards me and said “Good afternoon” in Icelandic! I was pleasantly surprised, and we started talking. He must have known forehand that I am Icelandic since he only spoke in Icelandic. The man told me he had traveled to Iceland many times and that’s how he learned Icelandic. He told me about his childhood in the Faroe Islands and that he had worked at the harbor in Tórshavn. He asked me what I was doing in the Faroe Islands and if I had been here before. After answering his questions, I told him that I remembered hearing about me having a relative who had moved to the Faroe Islands in the 1920’s but I did not remember any names. The man was so excited to hear that and asked me to find out the name of that relative. Today I met him again and luckily, I had just found out the name of t