The purpose of my (newspaper- financed) visit was an investigation of the genetic research centre where, a blood sample having been tested, the secrets of my DNA would be revealed.
“You have,” the director told me, “the cancer gene, the thrombosis gene and the Alzheimer gene.”
Looking for a silver lining, I added: “And the obesity gene?” Had not my mother told me “It’s the way you’re made”?
The director did not hesitate. “No. You are fat because you choose to be fat.”
Another admirable Icelandic characteristic is a reluctance to mince words.