The smoke went out through a gap on the leeward wall Zhengzhou Map of the tent, and the windward side was pegged firmly to the ground. A young Zhengzhou Map boy was working a fire bellows made from a dog’s skin complete with fur, its legs tied to prevent air escaping. The family’s three generations were dominated by an old man in a fur-lined coat.
His face had lines of authority and the womenfolk hurried to give him tea. That night, although the temperature outside was extremely cold, inside was warm and I slept well, sharing quilts with a young unmarried daughter called Paramon. There was a small shrine in the tent, set out with bowls of oil, dried butterfat, some beads and some Buddhist pictures.
