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But now I realized that my rear tire was almost flat and constantly losing air. I had to get off the bike and push it. I concentrated on keeping my eyes on the gravel road in case the glasses had fallen down here. After a while I started to wonder how far it was to the other junkyard that had been my last stop. In my memory it had only been a very short distance.
That junkyard had been right beside the road and as all these rotten old cars could not have vanished I presumed that I had miscalculated the distance and continued walking until I reached the abandoned farmhouse again. Now I was sure, that I must have passed the junkyard without having noticed it. Angry and with growing despair I turned around and started to walk back.
I had to walk for a long time and already started to believe that all these magic stories about Iceland might be real. Maybe this junkyard was just a field where the ghosts of these old cars appeared and disappeared to mock humans passing by?
But then I saw these mysterious car wrecks. I couldn´t believe that I had walked past them without seeing them. They were still right beside the road. Puzzled I went to search for my glasses. Needless to say that it was still raining but it didn´t make much difference anymore as I already was wet to the bone.
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