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In the harbor of Odense, contemplating the drowning H.C. Andersen. H.C.A.'s childhood home, a tiny, enchanting relic from 1805, is just around the corner.
Lately, we've been reading his fairy tales.
They tell us that life is not fair, rarely safe and does not make a lot of sense in general.
Yet somehow, they fill you with hope, making them a kind of manual for anyone who’s ever felt like an outsider. Which, let’s face it, is most of us.
Like a reminder that the world’s messed up, but at least you’re not alone.
We bought "The Ugly Duckling" for our grandchildren, just another copy to add to their collection. They already have three—Spanish, English, and Norwegian versions. Now they’ll have one in Danish. Alas, no Kalaallisut version was to be found—Greenlandic translations, as we later learned, are a much rarer bird.
That got us thinking: What did Andersen actually know about Greenland? Was it a real place to him, or just a fantasy pinned on a map?
Turns out, his poem "The Dying Child" was translated into Kalaallisut as early as 1829, but the fairy tales took their sweet time getting there.
Andersen himself, meanwhile, never set foot in Greenland. Still, that didn’t stop him from being poetic about “standing among the Eskim
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A Journey to the Ultimate North of Greenland
"The Stolen Moments," a photo exhibition documenting three men and one woman's unusual journey beyond the world's northernmost settlement, is now open at the Qiwi Group building on Petrovsky Pereulok. Expedition Avannaa (the word for "north" in the Greenlandic language) was the first joint venture of Russian and Greenlandic explorers in the Arctic, meant to offer a glimpse into the world of Greenland's Polar Eskimos as they themselves see it.
"We did not travel to conquer, nor to proclaim superiority", said Galya Morrell, a Russian-born crew member and cultural activist whose photos are on show and who lives in Greenland. "Unlike many fact-finding missions that only stay in Greenland for a few days, we spent over two months traveling the Greenlandic way."
This meant a journey of over 4,000 kilometers in an open boat, with no specialist equipment and few means of communication with the outside world. The crew, made up of Morrell and three Greenlandic Eskimo hunters, sailed from Uummannaq Island (often called &q