GREENLAND. Tiniteqilaaq. 2001. There is ice on the inside of the window but Sabine and I have lit a row of candles on the windowsill to melt the ice and keep us warm. Sabine has started to cram her socks and underwear into the cracks. She's done a good job and has also blocked the air vent with cardboard and tape. Pilarngar-lerpoq. Here comes the Piteraq, she says. I call the weather service and they tell me that the storm will arrive with a wind speed of up to 45 m/s. We close the shutters of the house and wait.