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  • One after another they walk into the graveyard with a shovel, candle and sometimes a decoration. It is Christmas Eve and in Ólafsfjörður a day where you celebrate Christmas but not until 18:00. Before the celebration, you go and light up the graves of the beloved.

    Thick layer of snow covers the gravestones so it is difficult to find the right one if you are not absolutely sure where they are.

    Ingimundur walked into the graveyard with his wife holding a shovel in one hand and a driller in the other. His wife was carrying a decoration and a candle.

    On the snowy path they walked finding the right grave without any problem. He started digging and little by little the gravestone and the grave became visual. He dusted the snow of the gravestone with an affection. Then he drilled a hole into the frozen earth to put the decoration.

    In the bitter cold he lighted the candle and wondered where he should let it stand. Talked a bit about his parents and then left with his wife to dig up her family gravestones.

    Others had difficulties finding their beloved one and people helped each other finding the right graves.

    In the dusk candles flicker in the graveyard.
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