I am visiting the
village 'Sisimiut', Greenlandic for 'the fox hole burrowers'. This
town is a bit larger then Angmagssalik, but still very small if you
compare it with an arbitrary town in the Netherlands. There are a lot of
tourists around here. I even spook to a Dutch girl this morning; Susanne
from Utrecht. I’m sharing a room with her in the local youth hostel, but I
don’t like her.
Yesterday evening I met an old Inuit man who didn’t like me. That is quite a soft expression for the anger he expressed. He was very drunk and tried to hurt me with a broken bottle. I was responsible for his alcohol abuse, he said. Because it were my ancestors, the Dutch whalers, who brought alcohol to Greenland. To Sisimiut to be precisely.