“Plates, we need more plates!” A lazy Sunday afternoon in the brilliant new concert hall Harpa in Reykjavík. Perfect gluggaveður, as Icelanders call it (window weather): windy outside, but the sun is warming the beautiful glass windows, designed by Ólafur Elíasson.
We don’t need more plates cause we’re hungry. We’re drinking a lovely hot chocolate. With cream. We need more plates because Greet is a bit worried that the volcano Katla will erupt and she won’t be able to go back home to Sweden. Hjörtur decides to educate us on ‘the Icelandic volcanoes’, using … plates.