Trekked the mountain passes surrounding Song-Kul on horseback…sometimes in the snow.
All the kids playing in the street look up from playing to say hello and maybe ask your name and where you’re from before returning to their games, because to them Kochkor is the most normal place in the world.
There are messages from ads and messages from graffiti. I know which ones are speaking to me.
One of many reasons to be thankful for your friends.