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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A regular pissing match

Here's one sight I definitely didn't see in Prague over the summer.

Kafka once wrote a short story about Kampa, the quiet little section of Prague where this artwork is installed, and while his story obviously couldn't have mentioned the installation, you have to think it wouldn't have fazed him. I also wonder if he is one of the notable Prague denizens "quoted."

(via Dave Barry)

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