Fjords, frostbite, and a tefillin bag in Greenland
Yitzchok Landa, Greenland
AJew, a Swiss, and a German are sitting on a bench carved out of snow, staring at the inky black sky. They are high on a mountain overlooking a tiny city, on a frozen island forgotten for thousands of years, ten million miles from nowhere, watching for ghostly green lights.
“I don’t think they’re coming out for us,” the Jew says.
“Es ist kalt,” the German says.
“I’ll stay out of this. I’m okay with whatever you all decide,” the Swiss says.
“Have some more hot chocolate,” a Greenlander interjects.
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