Each person has his golden drink, the drink which once made him the happiest fool in the world. The most glorious and freest human being. In my case, Abe, I am lucky that it’s orange juice. At the first taste of orange juice, bliss rushed through my body. Afterwards, if I have more orange juice, I try to re-live this bliss; it happens occasionally and, wow, it feels good. You’re unfortunate that your golden drink is beer. It would be more fortunate if your golden drink were non-alcoholic.
Children in Reindeer Woods, Kristín Ómarsdóttir, translated from Icelandic by Lytton Smith.