I was a fisherman for 3 years on a fishing ship.
I worked for 3-4 months at a time.
The shore was a rare sight for me,
but so was the sky.
Most of our work took place
inside of the ship's fish factory,
where we packed the fish in boxes.
But I spent much of my time
freezing beneath my colleagues
In the matter of 4 months,
I lifted more than 2000 tonnes of frozen fish
in a -38 C storage freezer.
In spite of spending much time inside,
I got to watch sunsets from our dining area.
The vibrant horizon was highly appreciated -
considering that we lived on floating steel,
surrounded by oil odors and noisy machinery.
I worked with a fisherman.
crowned 'Kunuussuaq' (Big Knut).
He had been there for 16 years.
We shared no interests and
couldn't have been
from each other.
But our differences meant nothing to our friendship -
Working day and night shook us together.
We went on to create many priceless memories,
filled with fish, hard work, and laughter.
And luckily, he wasn't my only new friend.
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