There he was, walking in the tiny room, (in á ekki að vera þarna) backwards and forwards, mumbling madly, and trying to think of an essence for his essay. He wanted to be an etnographer, and therefor he had to work insanely hard. Only one other person on the planet called earth knew what he wanted to be. That person was Nina, his soulmate. Nina was everything he could dream of. She was also the only reason why he intended to become an ethnographer. He wanted to make her proud. He wanted to...