Sermiligaaq, whose name means the beautiful fjord iced is one of the poorest countries of Ammassalik.
has always supported the sale of fish, but that 2010 was a year of great famine, and the establishment of working fish has been closed.
Here, as in Tiniteqilaaq and other small villages, the proceeds from the sale of fish have disappeared.
The survival of these small populations is now left with only seals that can hunt and the government subsidy.
(from: Inuitdellario.blogspot.com )
"They cut his throat with a hunting knife"
Robert Peroni is clear on this point. If something does not change soon, by the summer of 2012 will remain only a few hundred in the Inuit village of Tasiilaq.
E 'is therefore necessary that governments, environmental organizations and the Inuit converse to find a common agreement, and a more inclusive vision of the native point of view.
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"In the autumn, a hunter from a coastal village invited me to his inauguration.
I accepted the invitation and after the usual preparations we started traveling with his motor launch.
It 's a long trip, which takes almost a whole day.
At one point, the Inuit, having seen from a distance the little head of a seal, I passed the driving engine Please help us to capture the animal.
Asked superficially I said yes, but inside my heart I root for the seals. I was hoping it disappeared. The did away with it. And so was. The little voice
pacifist and environmentalist in me surfaced had won.
At the village, I met a dozen people on the beach. There were a group of young children, and also the elderly. They smiled at first glance, that my visit had broken the usual routine. Unfortunately
dinner time, the terrible truth was revealed.
From hand to hand, passed a long bone of a fish that was now almost been completely ravaged.
then discovered that people had not eaten, really eaten for days. None of them confided to a moan. Only an occasional smile from the lips hurt silence.
Then I understood.
I understood from the inside, that my semi-conscious boycott the capture of seals, had a direct impact on that rock of lost people.
I had brought them from hunger.
Fame now that I share, and that already the second day I could not bear.
stumbled upon a bar of chocolate in the pocket of a jacket, I ate it in secret. Although the relentless hunger returned after a few hours. Ate the stomach and the heart.
I just have to act. I started the engine of the spear to return to Tasiilaq. I went to get something to eat for those poor people. It took me days to go and return. On my return the empty stomachs were even more (after a week), but there was still an occasional smile on the faces and the usual inscrutable silence. "
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