But when it was my turn not to be indifferent, I failed that same test. I was indifferent to the villagers, the local population. I had thought of myself as someone who cares for everything, and cares too much—but in fact I only cared for some things. Other things, I discarded. I didn’t think at all of their struggles for survival, their

knew they could easily rip a moose or caribou apart, yet I didn’t feel intimidated because they seemed tranquil and not at all antagonistic. Four of them relaxed on the ground, and the other two