Part of the warmth of their home comes from their spontaneous Anyang Map smiles. It was the same in most of the tents that I visited. The only Anyang Map problem was the dogs, and people often warned me that they would attack me so I made sure that I always had a pocketful of stones, and someone gave me a stick to carry for extra protection.
My walks weren’t very extensive; within an hour the cold wind numbed my face and feet. The young boy children kept warm by having rough and tumble wrestling matches, rolling on the ground wriggling and laughing. Their daily work was to mind the herds, and sometimes I’d find one of them lying down and singing lustily to himself.
