Between 2005 and 2009, I travelled regularly to Máze, a small Sámi village located at the highest point of the European map, far above the Arctic Circle, in Norwegian Lapland. There, I met quiet people, sometimes melancholic, captivating, very proud of their village and territory, of these landscapes they are constantly gazing at with binoculars they never separate from, even at home. I have pictured people, houses, land and reindeer that should not be here today, flooded with waters of a hydroelectric dam project that Norwegian government planned in early 70’s, and was fortunately aborted, thanks to Sámi people’s protests and resistance. But I have also pictured a reality that will undoubtedly transform in the coming century, due to global warming and cultural integration. To me, Máze is an ambivalent symbol of resistance and helplessness. Pride as well as suspicion, solitude and great beauty prevail there. In the most beautiful tundra of the Arctic region, I tasted Ante’s and Ole Ailo’s favourite season, when days get longer and temperatures become milder. The perfect moment, when time doesn’t exist anymore and night is gone, when they immerse themselves in their favourite activities: fishing through ice holes in Lake Suolojávri, or riding the snøskuter in the tundra. And all these hours spendt with friends, family, outside on a reindeer skin, in a hytte or under a lávvu, talking, joiking, or lying down doing nothing, saying nothing. Just being.