We also lived together with Mr. Jakobsen at the municipality accommodation. He lived on the ground floor while we lived on the first.
Initially, it was a little scary. As young journalists from completely different cultures and with more than a 40-year age difference between us and Mr. Jakobsen, we were a little awkward and often wondered how to even hold conversations.
But over time, we got comfortable. Living together provided us with so much access to Mr. Jakobsen. We were able to learn much about his personal life and who he is as a father and husband and Inuk.
We enjoyed dinner together every evening. We introduced Mr. Jakobsen to ramen and frozen pizza. We couldn’t carry much food and snacks for our trip because most of our luggage included camera equipment.
Mr. Jakobsen gave us far richer meals in return, cooking whale steak and whale soup for us – a first for both.
After most meals, we had a cup of coffee or tea. Sometimes we watched TV together.
We talked about everything. And even though some things got lost in translation,
thankfully laughter is universal.