An Icelandic film student in Amsterdam and a Dutch jogger meet in Vondelpark and discuss Icelandic stereotypes, Björk, elves and kings.
The narrator sits by the window, staring into the darkness. The clock counts dutifully every second. Something is about to happen.
Jamie is drinking his morning coffee when he gets the funny feeling that there is something odd about his surroundings.
Young siblings walk together along a gravel road on a dark Icelandic autumn night, discussing whether there exists things that one sees better in darkness than in daylight.
A rare Mediterranean storm takes a sleepless Icelander on a ride across the Atlantic Ocean and back in time, to his childhood home on the East Iceland fjords.
Sipping beer at a terrace café in Virreina square in Barcelona, two men get into a discussion about one of the men’s perceived nationality.