I am a boy, with white teeth and curly hair. I was born and fostered upon the seacovered stones of Askrova, an Island far in the west not known to a great number. Left to the whim of nature and God only the strongest survived.
Whilst I learned to stand the constant wind from the north and the everporing rain from above, I learned much of that who walks the face of the earth and the things that dwels beyond the surface. That is the life of a farmers son.At 26 of age I now live in Oslo, the capitial of beggars.At the moment I enjoy the prosess of making human teeth, and some day, not that long from now, I will make a living from the very teeth I carve.And I will be prosperus in my way!
Shot at 2007-06-21
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