The raven skims past the young arctic fox who is chewing on a piece of grass. Out of the corner of his eye, he keeps a close watch on the large bird. Suddenly he leaps up and like a young dog heads the raven, who playfully flutters in front of him.
His son, Eric the Red, in turn had to flee Iceland after some violence and ended up on Greenland. He decided he could do with some help on this frozen land. He knew he wouldn’t get it if he didn’t cover up the icy state of the place by naming it something attractive. Greenland for example. Iceland is green and Greenland is ice according to the mantra every Icelander knows by heart.
Images: Nicole Franken – Text: Anneke de Bundel