A prodigal comes home in Mongolia
My first encounter with the woman wasn’t pleasant.
I did not feel well from an overnight train ride in Mongolia, so I sat on a large cement block on the ground across from the Zaminwood Sarang Church, where I was helping lead a seminar. But instead of resting, I began to be annoyed by cigarette smoke blowing in my face. I looked around and found two women smoking at the other end of the cement slab.
They probably had not washed their faces and clothes for a long time. It was still early in the morning, but they were already quite drunk. I gave them an angry look, but they did not care. That made me even more annoyed. More
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