Siberia

But there was something empty about them. They had no purpose in life, no dreams beyond keeping warm and having nice food: and secretly I pitied them, although they were so rich.

Mama had said, when yoy have no one to turn to, look deep into your own heart.

And whatever he had done before, at the very end he chose to make amends. I think that's what matters most.

Everyone helpes me, I thought. I wondered if my Mama's magic worked on people who'd never known her.
Or were ordinary people just good by nature, if they had the chance?

A jorney of a thousand miles begins with a single step...

You have to say thank you. It isn't enough to nod and look at the floor. You can't keep anything for youself, not even your anger. They want it all. They want everything.

Yes. We knew about the Settlements, and the many, many innocent people who live outside: all the children who were hungry and dirty and cold, and dying of diseases. We thought we were good, Rosita, but we did nothing.