Accompanying each model is a text read from a tape:

From the lighthouse I walked into the village. I went into a restaurant or a shop that, among other things, sold grilled food and rented out video movies. I bought coffee, sat down and watched what was happening. A man came in. He returned a videotape and rented another one instead. He said he
had been looking at “The Plot of the Mafia Boss”. Two young men, teenagers really, sat there at a table. They were thinking about going to Spain where they intended to spend a month drinking.

Two truck drivers walked into the restaurant and sat down by a table heaped with bread, butter, condiments and coffee. The day before they came in around seven o’clock in the evening. Then they ate heaped bowls of rice pudding and afterwards they were handed a tray heaped with boiled haddock. With this they had potatoes and melted butter. They wolfed down the food. At the next table there were a few young men. They discussed sport. A man walked out of the place. He was between thirty and forty, rather heavy set, with a beard, wearing an anorak and sunglasses. He ate a hot dog and joked with the young waitresses. The man stepped into a green warehouse truck. Painted on it was the logo of The Grundarfjörður Fish factory. Another waitress cleaned the tables. It seemed the place also catered for groups of working men. A dark haired teenager dressed in dark clothes bought a hot dog and talked about the drinking he’d done at the weekend.

In the evening we went to the bar in Hótel Reynihlíð. It was eleven o’clock. A group of young people from the area and some road construction workers were gathered there. There was an electric organ with an automatic drum and bass at the bar. This instrument really got a going over while we were in there. It was getting quite lively, the old songs were being sung and also some new ones in between. A woman around forty, the oldest of the ladies, said she really had to say goodbye to one particular guy, because he was so special. There was a party atmosphere in the air, so when the bar closed and the people were asked to leave the place, they went home to one of the men present. He was getting quite drunk. The man said there were three children sleeping at home, so they would have to be quiet. Two men from the road gang came with us in the car. One was around forty and the other around thirty, a powerful looking guy.
The party was in a new house, not quite finished. When we arrived we heard party noises coming out of the house. The younger one went in but the older had had enough and asked to be driven home to the camp.