In Faskrudsfjordur, a small fishing village on the east coast of Iceland, live goes on. The ICEAVE debate goes on, but the general thoughts is to agree on not knowing enough. The theme song from 'Cheers' imposes it self on me while I walk the main street. The bank and the post office share a space as well as employes. I'm told that you don't really need an ID to make transfers from your account, "it's one of the perks living in the countryside, the clerk should know you." The liquor store is open from five to six most days, on Fridays it is open from four. It's a fishing village, traditional one, with two trollers and a capelin processing plant and rendering.

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