To, whoever is reading this
All my life, I lived on some isolated island to the very north of the world. And although I never knew my true parents, I had a nice life there.
The boys I knew when I was young teased me for remaining short and young while they grew up old, mature, tall. They have their own lives now but I never forgot them.
And for the such long time I have lived, I have had lots of time to just think about my existence.
I mean, I never knew my own name. The people here just called me "Iceland". Yes, they call me Iceland, the name of this island. One day I decided I wanted my own name. I decided on "Emil". Please call me that.
I want to set everything about the "name" aside. I do not like it. Why am I the only one they call Iceland?
Whoever is seeing this, please respond back. Mail your letter to _.
From, Emil