Remote Control
Pálmar Kristmundsson still remembers his fisherman father’s final attempt to make a sailor out of him. “He took me out in his boat,” recalls the Icelandic architect, now in his sixties. “We were not even out of the fjord when I started to vomit. He turned the boat around, threw me on the pier and said, ‘You will never become a sailor.’ And he left me there.”
If his father’s assessment ever stung, Kristmundsson
