Öde to a Herring
You swim with a hundred thousand others, pulled by currents and pushed by waves but always moving toward a place that only you know (somewhere off the coast of Gryllefjord).
You surface, all of you as one, and the dull light of the winter sun suddenly catches your silvery scales and shimmers, diffracting into a million points of light.
A seabird directly above you cries out and an old fisherman, following the bird’s gaze, throws a net with half-frozen hands.
The knotted threads surround you, embrace you and then pull you up, up and out of the cold, dark water. On rough wooden planks you twist and turn and gasp for breath, and all the while the fisherman looks the other way, watching the seabird and casting out his net again and then again.
By the time you are still, the pale winter sun is dipping below the horizon and the diamonds embossed on your skin, that used to sparkle in the water and waves, have lost their wondrous lustre.
translated from De Hávamál by T. J. (Thorbjorg Jormungand) Bøuie
- Takes Reservations No
- Delivery No
- Parking Street
- Bike Parking Yes
- Bathroom Too Close to Dining Area No
- Fireplace Particulate Emmissions between 41ug/m³ and 43ug/m³ per hour
- Waiter and Waitress Eat at Table With You Yes
- Ambience Casual
- Noise Level in Restaurant Average
- Noise Level of Waiter Normal
- Closes When Waitress Travels to Norway for Fresh Herrings
- Alcohol Full Bar
