The pessimistic me ! Where did the hope go?

15th of July 2020

The currency of the Icelandic krona is jumping up and down, always.

Nothing new there but the situation today reminds me of the year 2008 when everything collapsed.

30th of January one Euro was 136,1 Icelandic krona

15th of July, today, one Euro is 160.53 Icelandic krona.

The value of my income every month has changed from 2.593,7 eur in January to 2.198,9 today.

The difference is 394,73 euro lover value of my income.

Everything has changed, I need to make new plans, I have to decide if I can afford to keep healthy and continue the good work with my personal trainer in my gym. That is the only luxury I am allowing me but when I contemplate about it, my health is that matters.

Luckily this is summer and we don´t need to spend a lot on gas or electricity to keep us warm.

How am I going to survive through the winter months this year is a big question.

I am lucky. I live in my own apartment and I don´t own money to anyone. That is a huge bonus in my life.

When I think about the Icelandic who have moved abroad, the ones that left their country to survive of their pension and be able to have food on their plates every day, I wonder how their lives will change now when their income takes a huge dive down.

Will they give up or will they continue fighting?

The Icelandic government is totally for the rich ones, the few, and those who are happy now with the currency are the few families that own almost everything in the country.

Sad but true.

Soon, maybe next year the population will vote for a new government. That could be an opportunity to change and get people more human than those who are in the government now. Will anything change? I am not hopeful. I am not optimistic that there will be change. Sadly that is my opinion but I do hope I am wrong.

Will the people rise up and demand justice for all?

I hope so, I sincerely pray and hope so.

Hulda Björnsdóttir

Author: hulda9

I am Icelandic but live in Portugal. When I was young I had a dream. I wanted to travel around the world. I wanted to experience different cultures. My dream came true and I went to London. When going through the Chinese display in the British Museum I began to cry. I cried and experienced this longing and sadness. At that moment I knew I had to go to China. Arriving there for the first time I felt finally at home, a feeling I never had in Iceland. In Iceland I was an outsider. My mother passed away and I decided to move. My destination was China. I lived there for a while but had to sell my house and move because permanent residence was not granted to me. I moved to Portugal and that was 6 and a half years ago. In China I taught English and dance. In Portugal I am a retired resident. Now I am 72 years old. I love to write and want to share with you some of my experience in those 2 countries and also just my simple thoughts. Portugal is my final destination on this earth. Even though I have many years behind me, my mind is clear. I enjoy the life and make the most of every day. I love to sing, to study and most of all I love to be alive. I hope you will enjoy reading my thoughts that I share with you.

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