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N\u00fa erum vi\u00f0 aftur sn\u00fain til Pugliu eftir \u00f3gleymanlega sj\u00f6 daga \u00ed Eistlandi. \u00dear var dekra\u00f0 vi\u00f0 okkur fr\u00e1 morgni til kv\u00f6lds – fundah\u00f6ld, m\u00f3tt\u00f6kur, fer\u00f0al\u00f6g \u2013 og st\u00f3rkostlegar veislur dag eftir dag. Jafnvel h\u00f3teli\u00f0 sj\u00e1lft skarta\u00f0i st\u00f3rum \u00edslenskum f\u00e1na vi\u00f0 a\u00f0aldyrnar, \u00fear sem \u00e1 st\u00f3\u00f0 \u201cVelkominn Hannibalsson\u201c.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00deegar \u00e9g fer\u00f0ast me\u00f0 manni m\u00ednum til Eystrasaltslandanna, kemur oft upp \u00ed huga m\u00e9r mynd \u00far fort\u00ed\u00f0inni: Pabbi minn, Bj\u00f6rgvin, var f\u00f3tboltasnillingur og spila\u00f0i me\u00f0 KR \u00e1rum saman. Hann var \u00f3tr\u00falega vins\u00e6ll. Jafnvel l\u00f6ngu eftir a\u00f0 hann var b\u00fainn a\u00f0 leggja f\u00f3tboltask\u00f3na \u00e1 hilluna, var hann enn stjarna og me\u00f0 hugann vi\u00f0 KR – f\u00f3r \u00e1 alla leiki. \u00dea\u00f0 kom fyrir, a\u00f0 hann bau\u00f0 m\u00e9r a\u00f0 koma me\u00f0 s\u00e9r, sm\u00e1stelpunni. Og \u00fea\u00f0 sem \u00e9g man best eftir \u00f6ll \u00feessi \u00e1r, var s\u00fa a\u00f0d\u00e1un, einl\u00e6g vin\u00e1tta – og jafnve lotning , sem skein \u00fat \u00far hvers manns andliti. \u00dea\u00f0 vildu allir taka \u00ed h\u00f6ndina \u00e1 honum og segja eitthva\u00f0 fallegt vi\u00f0 hann. Hann var enn stjarna \u00ed \u00feeirra augum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Og \u00feannig er \u00fea\u00f0 l\u00edka me\u00f0 manninn minn, J\u00f3n Baldvin. Vi\u00f0 komum oft \u00ed heims\u00f3kn til Eystrasaltslandanna – sama hvort \u00fea\u00f0 er Eistland, Lettland e\u00f0a Lith\u00e1en – allir vilja heilsa honum, tj\u00e1 \u00feakkl\u00e6ti sitt, f\u00e1 a\u00f0 snerta hann. Hann er enn stjarna \u00ed \u00feeirra augum – bjargv\u00e6ttur, l\u00edfgjafi. Og \u00e9g f\u00e6 t\u00e1r \u00ed augun. \u00dea\u00f0 er eitthva\u00f0 svo lj\u00faft a\u00f0 vera me\u00f0al vina, finna til \u00f6ryggis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n
\u00c9g haf\u00f0i au\u00f0vita\u00f0 ney\u00f0st til \u00feess a\u00f0 fara \u00ed b\u00fa\u00f0 h\u00e9r \u00ed \u00feorpinu og kaupa m\u00e9r dress fyrir fer\u00f0ina – vera vi\u00f0 \u00f6llu b\u00fain. Ekki gat \u00e9g fari\u00f0 \u00ed hv\u00edtum sumargalla. \u00dea\u00f0 er enn h\u00e1vetur \u00fearna nor\u00f0urfr\u00e1. Auk \u00feess \u00e1ttum vi\u00f0 a\u00f0 hitta fyrirmenni vi\u00f0 h\u00e1t\u00ed\u00f0leg t\u00e6kif\u00e6ri. Konan \u00ed b\u00fa\u00f0inni h\u00e9r r\u00e9tti m\u00e9r \u00feverr\u00f6nd\u00f3tt pils og peysu hvort tveggja \u00ed sv\u00f6rtu og hv\u00edtu. \u00deessu kl\u00e6ddist \u00e9g, \u00feegar \u00e9g var \u00ed svi\u00f0slj\u00f3sinu n\u00e6stu daga. Svo setti \u00e9g upp svartan hatt, \u00feegar l\u00ed\u00f0a t\u00f3k \u00e1 daginn, og \u00fe\u00e1 var kv\u00f6ldinu bjarga\u00f0!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Annars vorum vi\u00f0 svo sem ekkert fatalaus \u00ed \u00feessari fer\u00f0 \u00fer\u00e1tt fyrir vetrarkuldann \u00ed Eistlandi. Vinir okkar vissu, hva\u00f0an okkur bar a\u00f0 gar\u00f0i og h\u00f6f\u00f0u varann vi\u00f0, afhentu okkur strax vi\u00f0 komuna \u00e1 flugvellinum fulla poka af \u00falpum, h\u00fafum, peysum, s\u00ed\u00f0um n\u00e6rbuxum og vettlingum. Bara \u00fea\u00f0 besta er n\u00f3gu gott, s\u00f6g\u00f0u \u00feeir. \u00cd minn hlut kom s\u00ed\u00f0 k\u00e1pa, afskaplega kvenleg me\u00f0 skinnkraga og mittisbelti. M\u00e9r fannst \u00e9g vera eins og drottning \u00ed \u00e6vint\u00fdralandi. Sj\u00f6 dagar framundan. \u00d3gleymanlegir dagar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00dea\u00f0 var til d\u00e6mis \u00ed \u00feessari fer\u00f0i, sem J\u00f3n Baldvin n\u00e1\u00f0i m\u00e9r \u00ed aldri \u2013 loksins or\u00f0inn 85 \u00e1ra eins og \u00e9g. Hundgamall, j\u00e1, en samt eins og ungur ma\u00f0ur, sem \u00e1 alla framt\u00ed\u00f0ina fyrir s\u00e9r! \u00c9g horf\u00f0i \u00e1 hann flytja r\u00e6\u00f0u \u00ed \u00feingh\u00fasi Eista \u00e1 afm\u00e6lisdegi s\u00ednum, \u00feann 21. febr\u00faar. \u00dearna st\u00f3\u00f0 hann \u00ed n\u00fdjum sv\u00f6rtum jakka og \u00ed hv\u00edtri skyrtu, sem vi\u00f0 Kolfinna h\u00f6f\u00f0um l\u00e1ti\u00f0 sauma \u00e1 hann h\u00e9r \u00ed \u00feorpinu \u00ed tilefni dagsins. Hann notar ekki gleraugu \u00fer\u00e1tt fyrir \u00f6ll \u00feessi \u00e1r, \u00f3tr\u00falegt en satt. Hann les ekki r\u00e6\u00f0ur s\u00ednar, en hann flytur m\u00e1l sitt, sem er honum svo hugleiki\u00f0, a\u00f0 hann \u00fearf engan skrifa\u00f0an texta. \u00dearna s\u00e1tu \u00feingmenn \u00e1 \u00f6llum aldri, karlar og konur , sem voru ekki einu sinni f\u00e6dd \u00e1 \u00feeim \u00f6rlagat\u00edmum, sem m\u00e1l hans sn\u00fdst um. Hann var a\u00f0 l\u00fdsa vofveiglegum atbur\u00f0um, sem \u00e1ttu s\u00e9r sta\u00f0 fyrir \u00ferj\u00e1t\u00edu og \u00feremur \u00e1rum – og hann var \u00fe\u00e1tttakandi \u00ed. \u00cd n\u00fat\u00edmanum veit enginn, hva\u00f0 framt\u00ed\u00f0in ber \u00ed skauti s\u00e9r, hver er n\u00e6stur?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nokkrum d\u00f6gum seinna var okkur bo\u00f0i\u00f0 \u00ed dagsfer\u00f0 til NARVA, \u00fea\u00f0an sem ma\u00f0ur horfir yfir til R\u00fasslands, sem er bara hinum megin vi\u00f0 \u00e1na. \u00dea\u00f0 f\u00f3r um mig kv\u00ed\u00f0ahrollur, n\u00e6rveran var \u00f3gnvekjandi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c1 \u00feessu \u00e1ri eru 70 \u00e1r s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00e9g s\u00e1 J\u00f3n Baldvin \u00ed fyrsta sinn. \u00dea\u00f0 var \u00ed landspr\u00f3fsbekk \u00ed Gagg\u00f3 Vest vi\u00f0 \u00d6ldug\u00f6tu. \u00c9g haf\u00f0i aldrei s\u00e9\u00f0 svona str\u00e1k \u00e1\u00f0ur, satt a\u00f0 segja. Hann var me\u00f0 miki\u00f0 lj\u00f3st h\u00e1r og \u00f3tr\u00falega bl\u00e1 augu. Sj\u00e1lf \u00e1tti \u00e9g sex yngri systkini, og \u00feau voru \u00f6ll me\u00f0 d\u00f6kkt h\u00e1r og br\u00fan augu. \u00c9g var sem heillu\u00f0, og \u00e9g man, a\u00f0 \u00e9g hlakka\u00f0i til a\u00f0 fara \u00ed sk\u00f3lann \u00e1 hverjum degi \u2013 bara a\u00f0 finna n\u00e1l\u00e6g\u00f0 hans og skotra til hans augunum \u00f6\u00f0ru hverju. Anna\u00f0 var \u00fea\u00f0 ekki, og \u00fea\u00f0 li\u00f0u m\u00f6rg \u00e1r \u2013 \u00f6ll menntask\u00f3la\u00e1rin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mig langar l\u00edka til a\u00f0 segja ykkur, a\u00f0 \u00e9g er enn sem heillu\u00f0 af \u00feessum manni. \u00c9g hlakka til a\u00f0 vakna me\u00f0 honum a\u00f0 morgni n\u00fds dags, finna fyrir n\u00e1l\u00e6g\u00f0 hans og skotra til hans augunum \u00f6\u00f0ru hverju.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Og \u00e9g bi\u00f0 ykkur, vini m\u00edna \u00e1 facebook: Ekki tr\u00faa lygas\u00f6gum um okkur J\u00f3n Baldvin. Vi\u00f0 eigum \u00fea\u00f0 ekki skili\u00f0. Vi\u00f0 h\u00f6fum veri\u00f0 tr\u00fa hvort \u00f6\u00f0ru \u00ed meira en sext\u00edu \u00e1r og h\u00f6fum ekkert a\u00f0 fela. Okkur \u00feykir v\u00e6nt um f\u00f3lk, en vi\u00f0 elskum hvort anna\u00f0.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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