First, to find a polar bear you have to travel North of Lapland, across the open seas and onto the ice highways, past the winter wonderland, winter Disneyland, past the closed shipping lanes and cancelled railway plans. Drive your snowmobile with care, carry your rifle with you and keep driving. Drive drive drive, fly across the open space, get drunk with speed but not too drunk so you don’t flip over. Keep the balance and slow down now, on the melting sea ice, slow but don’t stop for the sea will swallow you if it cares, for it might not, you are nothing and the sea immense. Drive towards the glacier, the retreating one, the sounds and the roars, we are close now, very close. Here one can get lost into onto whiteness blueness transparent baby hair milk crystals under the dark skies northern lights, there you go south of that mountain, north of this inlet, east of that river, west of these seal fat bellies and we are. And here, now, here you will find her. With her cubs she might be, nursing them, her thick fat rich creamy milk furry bellies full and round milk and seal guts and blood and skin fat and a few bones perhaps, human or not, sledge dog or pet cat, perhaps. 


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