We are visiting a family in their ger tent which is going to be disassembled in the next few days so that they can move their sheep closer to water. The air is still and stuffy. The mother has just cured some meat which now hangs in strips from the beams. Two children play around the room. They are bare bottomed.
The father and grandfather offer us the salty yak milk tea. My friend, Elaine gives them a package, token gifts from us. The men gratefully grab the cigarettes. There are coloring books for the children. The wife takes the hand cranked flashlight and twills the handle so hard that the flashlight slips out of her grip and flies across the room.
And the grandmother opens up the sewing kit and examines every item. “This is good stuff. This is good stuff”, she mumbles to our translator.
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