My Own Experience   As many of you might know, I have traveled and coordinated Inuit art shows throughout the world. Each and every time, I would involve artists and other Inuit to fully be involved in the marketing of their art. The story I am about to relate is my own personal experience with what I can only explain as unexplainable. It happened in 1994, I traveled to Europe for a dual purpose, accompanying an artist whose work was to be featured in a commercial exhibition plus I was to attend several meetings with various institutions interested in holding an exhibition of Inuit art. Anyhow after a long flight, renting a car, the artist and I traveled to a small town located in Northern Italy, where I attended the opening before going onwards to different cities for my meetings. The artists remained behind to host carving demonstrations and to talk about the work during the four days we were to be in attendance. To make a long story short, I finished up my various meetings, overnighted in Milan and was back in Northern Italy the next day in time for lunch. Everything seemed to be going well at the gallery show, tvs and newspapers had done articles, sales appeared to be brisk. The artists was happy to see me back, I guess the artist thought I might leave him there. The next day was a glorious day in the mountains and as the artist wandered off to the gallery to begin his first demonstrations of the day, another traveling companion and I lingered over a continental breakfast, enjoying coffee and just relaxing. At about 10:45 am, we decided to go to the gallery and watch the artist, let him see some friendly faces. To my surprise the artist was in an agitated state, very hyper and could not relax, all he could say "was something was wrong". I inquired about his health thinking he might be sick, but he assured me he was not, several minutes in this state, he was becoming more agitated so I suggested that we go for a coffeebreak with the hopes of calming him down. At this time, he became insistent, claiming there was a ringing in his ears, that something bad had happened and that people were trying to get in touch with him. I tried to again clam him down, but it was of no use, finally I suggested going back to the hotel, where we could call his northern settlement. I felt that he was just acting irrational because of being so far from home and might be homesick. He agreed and thanked me for suggesting it. So our traveling companion, the artists and myself trundled off to my hotel room so I could call back to Canada's far north. Back at the room, I called his sister and gave the phone to the artist, within seconds tears were rolling down his eyes, after several minutes of talking, he handed the phone to me. His sister explained that the artist's favorite nephew had just been found drowned about 2 hours ago and they had not known how to get in touch of the artist but that that his mother only said "he will know". My traveling companion was in a state of shock, he also had witnessed this. Was it a case of homesickness and just a sad coincidence or do some Inuit have the power?