Inughuit

Images from unconsciousness transform me back to Thule, North-West Greenland. When I close my eyes, I am in Thule and the silence is absolute. Snow reflects various shades of blue. White and turcosic icebergs create an impressive landscape. Diminishing light transforms scenery from etheric to threathening. No roads exist to take me away; I make my own tracks. No trees exist, horizon can be seen all around. I am not able to estimate distances. I am not used to see so far.

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