Piteraq, Diiderilaad.
It comes without warning. 45 m/sec. We close the shutters and wait.
A scream of wind and ice ripping through the settlement.
Not just cold,
but a force that strips everything bare.
We move to the other end of the settlement that lies behind a protecting cliff.
But you cannot hide from the Piteraq
You can only face it.
Let it carve you down
to The Core.
The house leans.
The sled is empty.
The dogs curl into the snow
like stones refusing to be moved.
The world holds its breath.
- Jacob Aue Sobol
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