Two reindeer herders meet on a small hill in the highland area. A story about the need for company without necessarily saying much, about friction between two herding units, and about an embarrassing silence.
The year was 1916, we follow Sire’s everyday life, until her final moments. We are a part of her little world and get to see how big that little world can be. How rich it’s in emotions, sounds and memories. Sire reminds us of life, not death. She was my Máttaráhkku, great-grandmother, and my grandfather was 10.
