Oqaatsut, western coast of Greenland. No roads, about 30 inhabitants, no running water in the houses. A place that escapes the categories of touristic picturesque and shows a spartan and melancholic genuineness.

This is why I loved this village from the first moment, to the point of wanting to dedicate this series to it.

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Oqaatsut is a kind of paradox: the Inuit way of life has remained practically unchanged, halibut fishing is the only means of sustenance. Despite tourism showing growing interest, the village doesn't seem to "wink" at it. The frenzy of modern life and the unfulfilled promises of Danish colonialism walk on a parallel lane to the reality you breathe here.

Life is hard, both for people and for the Greenlandic dogs, chained in summer and used for sleds in winter.

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This is not a reportage of the place, it's not my trade. It's rather an impression, in the most photographic sense of the term, of what this place has left inside me.