It was with all my questions and wonderings that I found myself flying as a modern pioneer about to discover one of the last unexplored lands. I was flying to Kulusuk, the only port of entry of East Greenland. A couple of hours after landing a helicopter would take me to my destination, the town of Tasiilaq, the capital of East Greenland, the last part discovered only in 1894.
When one arrives in Greenland it’s like crossing an imaginary line. A boundary that marks the end of our world and the beginning of a parallel universe. And suddenly come this line, unexpected, impressive, charming and scary alltogether.
A mirror on the fears of a huge part of young Greenlanders inclined to commit suicide.
A delicate exploration of the subtle and intimate war many young people fight against violence, boredom and emptiness, a struggle that has always been the “raison d’etre” of young generations, the difference being that in east Greenland many of them lose that battle.