Í Grønlandi hevur verið tosað um so nógv sjálvmorð millum ung, at tað líkist einari umfarssótt. Øll kenna onkran, ið hevur tikið lívið av sær. ‘Blómudalurin’ sigur søguna um, hvussu tað er at liva í øllum deyðanum, sum ávirkar øll, men sum eingin tosar um Sjálvmorð er næstan vorðin ein ótolandi normalitetur, sum eingin hevur ábyrgd av. Familjurnar megna ikki at tosa um tað, og eingin hjálp er í nakrari almennari skipan.
Hvat er navn mítt …
Eg havi einki navn …
Eg eri bara eitt tal …
Hon upplivdi fyrsta sjálvmorðið, tá ið hon var trettan. Hon vil verða grivin millum høgu fjøllini í Tasiilaq, har gravirnar við ongum navni í Blómudalinum eru fjaldar undir bláum, blóðreyðum og ljósareyðum plastikblómum, sum rópa úr hvíta kavanum.
Hon hevur unnustu, sum hon elskar. Hon hevur familju, ið hevur umsorgan fyri henni. Hon er sloppin inn á universitetið í Áarósa. Heimurin stendur opin, men einki kennist rætt, og so við og við fer heimurin at treingjast um hana.
Og niðurteljingin byrjar …
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In Greenland, the suicide rate of young people has been so high that people have compared it to a pandemic. Everyone knows someone who has taken their own life. "Blómudalurin" tells the story of what it is like to live in the aftermath of these deaths, which impacts everyone but nobody talks about it. Suicide has become an unbearable normalcy that nobody is responsible for.
Families are unable to talk about it, and there is no help to be found in the public sector.
What is my name...
I have no name...
I am just a number...
She experienced the first suicide when she was thirteen. She wants to be buried among the tall mountains of Tasiilaq, where the nameless graves in the Flower Valley are hidden beneath blue, crimson and pink plastic flowers that yell out of the white snow.
She has a girlfriend that she loves. She has a family that cares about her. She has been accepted to the University of Áarósa. The world is open, but nothing feels right, and gradually, her world closes in around her.
And the countdown begins.
