“There is almost nothing missing at my house
almost nothing
The chimney's missing
You will get used to that
The walls are missing
and pictures on the walls
You just have to accept that
There's not much missing at my house
There is no chimney
So, it can’t smoke for now
There are no walls, windows nor doors
But it's cosy, my house
Please come in Take a seat
Don't be frightened
Let’s have a bite to eat Break bread, sip the wine
Light up a fire in the hearth
Look at or rather admire the pictures on the walls
Please come in
Walk through the door or the windows or the walls if you prefer”

— My House, a poem by Sigurður Pálsson