Chez-soi au Groenland
Daylight 24 hours out of 24. We return from the seal hunt past midnight, children play in the streets, youths dance at the local hotel’s bar. Arriving home, the seal stew is on the table, ready for our diner. This seems to be the time to do what one wants.
The Inuit time is the call that comes from the sea and the skies. No one is to tell Kristian when to do what is has to do but the sky. And right now, through its blanket of fog, the sky is telling him to enjoy that coffee, there is nothing else he can do. It is not usual to have so much fog during the summer months. Just a bad season: he says quietly.