{"id":20,"date":"2011-04-25T13:17:19","date_gmt":"2011-04-25T13:17:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/borkurdotnet.com\/urbanvolcano\/?p=20"},"modified":"2025-04-19T17:39:41","modified_gmt":"2025-04-19T17:39:41","slug":"the-storm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/the-storm\/","title":{"rendered":"The Storm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<aside class=\"other-formats\">Other formats: <a title=\"The storm (PDF)\" href=\"https:\/\/urbanvolcano.net\/ebooks\/en\/pdf\/the-storm.pdf\">PDF<\/a> | <a title=\"La tormenta (espa\u00f1ol)\" href=\"https:\/\/urbanvolcano.net\/es\/la-tormenta\/\">espa\u00f1ol<\/a> | <a title=\"Stormurinn (\u00edslenska)\" href=\"https:\/\/urbanvolcano.net\/is\/stormurinn\/\">\u00edslenska<\/a><\/aside>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\">\n<figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/storm.png?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/storm.png?resize=300%2C300&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"The storm \u2014 Illustration by Yana Volkovich\" class=\"wp-image-421\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/storm.png?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/storm.png?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/storm.png?w=1024&amp;ssl=1 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Illustration by Yana Volkovich<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n<p>I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I cannot sleep. I listen. The wind howls at the window, producing a soft whistling sound when it tries to make its way through a crack between the window and the frame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I close my eyes. The wind blows me thousands of kilometers north and decades back in time. From my apartment in Barcelona, over the Atlantic Ocean and on to a farm on the east coast of Iceland. I sit on the bed and stare out through the window. I cannot see much because the snowstorm is so dense. I cannot sleep. I enjoy sitting in the warm room and watching the storm dancing outside. There is something about the storm that fascinates me. Its power. Its strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I open my eyes. You lie beside me sleeping soundly. You are surrounded by an aura of silence. You look as if you are having a pleasant dream. To you the wind is just a breeze. You don&#8217;t know about the snowstorm. I have told you stories but you haven&#8217;t experienced it firsthand. Not yet. Maybe we should travel to Iceland one day in winter. Maybe I should introduce you to the snowstorm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I close my eyes. My mother enters the room and sits besides me on the bed. Together we watch the storm outside. \u201cIs it the wind?\u201d she asks. \u201cYes,\u201d I reply and I lean my head on her shoulder. She wraps her arm around me and caresses my forehead. \u201cDon&#8217;t be afraid,\u201d she says. \u201cYou are safe in here. Now, go to sleep.\u201d She lays me carefully onto the bed and forces me to close my eyes with a gentle stroke over my eyelids. I lie awake with my eyes closed &#8212; listening to the storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I open my eyes. Two decades by the Mediterranean Sea have not managed to erase from my mind the association between the howling of the wind and the image of the snowstorm. A storm is rare around here. Too rare to blow the association out of my mind. Even as I lie awake and stare at the ceiling I can see the storm. It is snowing in my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I close my eyes. I get out of bed and walk into the living room. My grandmother is sitting in an armchair at the far end of the room. She is knitting. She raises her head and puts the knitting needles aside when I enter. I walk over to her chair. \u201cIs it the wind?\u201d she asks. \u201cYes,\u201d I reply and crawl onto her lap. \u201cDon&#8217;t be afraid,\u201d she says. \u201cYou are safe in here. Now, go to sleep.\u201d She caresses the back of my head and sings a lullaby. After a while my grandfather picks me up from my grandmother&#8217;s lap and carries me back to my bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I open my eyes. You are awake. You are watching me. I smile to you as if to apologize for being awake. \u201cIs it the wind?\u201d you ask. \u201cYes,\u201d I reply. You move closer and lay your head on my shoulder. \u201cDon&#8217;t be afraid,\u201d you say. \u201cYou are safe here in the south. Now, go to sleep.\u201d You take my hand and stroke it gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I close my eyes. Your aura of silence surrounds me. I listen to the storm, but all I can hear is a breeze. I fall asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<aside class=\"wp-block-group book-ad has-text-color has-background\" style=\"color:#000000;background-color:#65aab1\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text is-stacked-on-mobile\" style=\"grid-template-columns:33% auto\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"765\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/999Abroad_iPAD_FINAL_1873x1400.jpg?resize=765%2C1024&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"999 Abroad \u2014 Cover by Ana Pi\u00f1eyro\" class=\"wp-image-1212 size-full\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/999Abroad_iPAD_FINAL_1873x1400.jpg?resize=765%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 765w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/999Abroad_iPAD_FINAL_1873x1400.jpg?resize=224%2C300&amp;ssl=1 224w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/999Abroad_iPAD_FINAL_1873x1400.jpg?resize=768%2C1027&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/999Abroad_iPAD_FINAL_1873x1400.jpg?resize=1148%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1148w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/999Abroad_iPAD_FINAL_1873x1400.jpg?w=1400&amp;ssl=1 1400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 765px) 100vw, 765px\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">999 Abroad<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p>This short story appeared in the short story collection 999 Abroad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>If you enjoyed the story, we encourage you to support the publication by buying a copy of the book. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>999 Abroad<\/em> is available as paperbacks from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/999-Abroad-B%C3%B6rkur-Sigurbj%C3%B6rnsson\/dp\/9935909530\">Amazon<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/999-abroad-b-rkur-sigurbj-rnsson\/1112757770\">Barnes and Noble<\/a> and e-books from the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/999-Abroad-ebook\/dp\/B008OXZWZI\">Amazon Kindle Store<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/books.apple.com\/us\/book\/999-abroad\/id1397155625\">Apple Books<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kobo.com\/us\/en\/ebook\/999-abroad\">Kobo<\/a>, and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.storytel.com\/in\/books\/999-abroad-2028500\">Storytel<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You can also support the author through <a href=\"https:\/\/patreon.com\/UrbanVolcano\">Patreon<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/buymeacoffee.com\/borkur\">Buy Me a Coffee<\/a> or by rating the book on <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/15821966-999-abroad\">Goodreads<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-buttons is-horizontal is-content-justification-center is-layout-flex wp-container-core-buttons-is-layout-499968f5 wp-block-buttons-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-button has-custom-width wp-block-button__width-50\"><a class=\"wp-block-button__link has-text-color has-background wp-element-button\" href=\"https:\/\/urbanvolcano.net\/en\/999-abroad\/\" style=\"border-radius:50px;color:#ffffff;background-color:#000000\">book details<\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/aside>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A short story by B\u00f6rkur Sigurbj\u00f6rnsson. 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