Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

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Irony of ironies

So, today we began to learn a Czech song, "Rekni, kdo ty kytky jsou," which happens to be the Czech version of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?"

As we were learning the lyrics today, I couldn't help but get a goofy-looking grin on my face as I realized that the U.S. government is paying for me to learn an antiwar song.

It's good to know your tax dollars are going to a good purpose.

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