Siegtrud has become a widow, living alone in Reykjavík on very little money, and she marvels at all the experiences this beautiful city has to offer, even without spending anything. She delivers newspapers and therefore receives the morning paper for free, keeping herself well-informed, and on some days, she even has to create a priority list. There are funerals she enjoys attending to sing along and indulge in the subsequent wake, apartment viewings where coffee is served, and openings where champagne is offered. She is content, familiar with solitude, and knows how to enjoy life with all her senses. But there is more: a suitcase filled with mementos from her mother, including a French silk scarf, a photo book of France, and a picture of her exotically looking grandfather Magnús, who is said to have been French. Even as a child, she had...