Qaqortoq and getting to the end of this story

I am a story person. I love telling stories and I love listening to other people’s stories. I am at the end of a journey that has taken me across Greenland, where I (in three weeks) have convinced more than 30 people to tell me their story, talk about their background, where they come from, what they do and what they think about what they do. All of them people who work in the criminal justice system – that other thing I am so passionate about – justice.

It has been a huge experience, one that I will never be able to account for in a proper way. I haven’t done much in the way of tourism and I am not returning with my suitcase full of souvenirs, but it doesn’t matter. I return with something else. Something I am much more grateful for.

I completed my last interview an hour ago and am trying to evaluate the sum of what I have learned. I still have no words for it. My brain is overloaded. I am sentimental to say the least.

So while I sit here and stare at the icebergs floating by, trying to gather my thoughts, I thought I’d show you my favourite picture so far from Qaqortoq. I hope you like it.

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