This is the story of an eastbound journey into the lands of Siberia and the remote provinces of Mongolia where the cold reigns for most of the year. The book does not attempt to take its readers on an adventure but rather to make its way into their hearts, focusing on the concept of the significance of human life, its free and eternal essence.
ИAnd there in the ger treasures are laid out – an old rifle, a birch bowl with silver lining, a hand-made padlock missing its key, a coral bridal necklace. All of a sudden the wrinkled face cracks into a faint smile tinged with fond memories. I feel the warmth seeping through my body. Bowed, I leave the ger with the gift, hidden in the folds of my deel, and my benefactor, clearly not expecting declarations of gratitude, walks me to the threshold with a suutei tsai. A simple, dry, masculine handshake. Then each on his way. A ritual so different from the meaningless „charity” of the city – a noble gesture allowing a stranger to regain his dignity. A toothless smile sees me off, warmer than any embrace. A pure heart is ready to help without design and does not need a college education.