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"I will be the last herder of my family," said Erdenemunkh, a wanderer living in Central Mongolia. We were sitting in his comfortable ger — or Mongolian yurt — drinking salty drain tea, a staple of the Mongolian crowding diet. "I will do everything to send my children to class," Erdenemunkh proceeded. I looked at his 9-year-old little girl playing with her 3-year-old sibling. They had no clue that their lives would have been radically not the same as their father's, or from the a large number of herders who had carried on Mongolia's antiquated roaming convention for centuries.

Category: Culture | Views: 49 | Added by: mjmijid | Date: 2018-03-22 | Comments (0)