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Portland is my destination. I found a website on the Internet of a company named Braintec that does research on the reliving of memories. Very sophisticated. They use some kind of implant to extract memories from the brain and to upload them at a later point in time. I read their call for test subjects on the Internet. They offer test subjects a free flight to their research center. To America. Everyting was settled within one month. I shall be picked up personally from the airport and driven towards my new residence: the Braintec Research Center. Test subjects get their own room so they are interns in the research center. The minimal stay is for one and a halve month. We shall see what’s beyond that.

Still six hours to go. Including the short flight to Kangerlussuaq and the transfer at New York, I am already traveling for 12 hours. But that doesn’t bother me. On the contrary; it’s a release. Especially the chaos at New York Airport, where all the people run around like ants, gave me a feeling I had to miss for a long time. The massive, the anonymity, the rushing. All those people who scatter around in all directions. I can comprehend the people next to me, in front of me and behind me without effort. They chat about their jobs, their children or about other insignificant subjects. I already seem to be home, while I’ve still got one third of my journey ahead. I am glad to leave Greenland. Ilulissat is a nice place to be and the house is wonderful, but not good enough to hold me any longer. The desolation, once a synonym for freedom, weights heavily on me. Greenland is a perfect place to find your true self; there’s not much more to see. The nature is overwhelming and goes on for ever. But you will become insane if you stay here too long.

I am very curious about what will happen. First I’ll have to run through some tests. Maybe I’ll turn out to be inappropriate as a test subject. In that case I’ll be dismissed directly and able to go wherever I want to go. That’s something I’ll keep in mind if the Research Center has a bad atmosphere. I can always try to fail for the tests. If the test results are good enough, I’ll get an implant in my brains. What a wild idea. A little thing in my head that transmits data towards my inner brains. They’ll have to saw a little hole through my scull to place it. That idea gives me gouse pimpels. In a pleasant manner.

I find it quit thrilling to become a test subject. It will make me an important object for their research. My human aspects will be send to the background. Though, my personal experiences seem to be of great value as well. It is all so exciting and I’m glad I’ve left Ilulissat. Greenland was absolutely a very good place to be and I know for sure I’ll go back to there once more. But for now I’ve stayed there too long.

Ah, the trolley with the supper is almost at my row. I am looking forward to eat the chicken that’s mentioned on the menu card. Chicken is very expensive in Greenland and therefore it has been ages ago since the last time I’ve tasted it.