350.000 people in a whole country is one of the things that make it a magical place. Only a few of us exist in the world, and only on a lucky day will you see us. That is the power of the solitude of this country in the north, the power of the pink summer skies, the power of Iceland. I have often wondered if the reason we identify so closely with the myth of our hidden people is because we, ourselves, are the hidden people.