Dear Santa.
year for the first time I decided to write to you.
Yes I know, still missing a bit, but I thought it
making you read it a few days in advance.
I state that I do not want anything for myself.
Until a few years ago there were two hunters, then one is dead and another, they all went to Tasiilaq, the big city to seek a new life.
do not know if she finds it more probably like everyone else was defeated by the Western civilization that does not offer room for Inuit, and spends his days on the wall in front of the pub down the road, remember the waves breaking on the cliffs of Qervertivartiq.
And perhaps like many others, got the yearning of her lost world, tomorrow will end his life by committing suicide. Robert Peroni
a 2011 appalling prospect for this small population. It is forecast during the next year in Tasiilaq, 100 out of 1800 Inuit commit suicide in despair in the future and nostalgia for the past ...
Qervertivartiq Spend a night in the company of the silent hunters of the crosses Inuit who have lived here, his eyes opened on a gloomy sky that foretells the storm and ears to hear the cracking of icebergs that break, and helps us to understand a little crazy Western sadness of this small population.