That is an interesting story about the eskimos in WW2.
That was not so very long ago!
There was a man, Curtis I believe was his name,
who travelled extensively to photograph and record
the natives he found, knowing that the last days
of the old days were passing fast.
In one account, he mentions travelling by dofsled
over some mountains in Alaska, in a blizzard and
finding and Eskimo house. "House".
A tiny thing, partly underground, driftwood and sod.
Everyone inside was sick, and he mentions the
horrific stench.
An acquaintance who lived in Alaska has told me
various things about his experience with Eskimos.
Of course, it is cell phones and facebook with them
now, not harpoons and kayaks.
And there are way more of them than ever before.
But the main takeaway I got from what he said is
that they seem lost. Dont know who they are,
what they should do, where they are going.
Suicide, alcohol, drugs,squalor,welfare,violence,
unemployment.
That they need to start telling themselves a
new story about themselves.
Well, that is off topic, but there it is anyway.