Arbulag - Day 2

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The weather forecast turns out so far to be true. Rain and more. We are now waiting for transport to Moron. I will go with B. to return the computer. It had viruses on it, too. What will the day bring?

We go to a house, not a store front, to exchange the computer. We look at a different one. "Someone must have switched the other one," the saleslady says. After checking the new one, I was about to recommend to B. that she buy it, but she telephoned with her mother and they decided against it. There is no Internet in Arbulag. The family wanted a computer basically for the elder daughter who is a teacher.

As I make plans, my main concern now is the weather. O's father was spot on: in two days time the weather changed. Did he see the weather forecast or did he speak from his 50 plus years as a herder in the countryside? Today is blustery cold! No rain yet, but I am not ging to ride in this weather, especially if it should continue. And I guess that is the question: will it remain cold?

If so, that means I sell Max and move on. To Moron for a day or two and then back to UB.
Photo of forefathers
B. is a university graduate. She has only recently returned home from Erdenet. But no prospects here in banking, her field of study. She plans on spending a year here with her family and returning to Erdenet next year to find work. She dresses in western clothes, but her sister, just a few years her senior, prefers the traditional Mongolian deel.
The father has died. His portrait foto occupies a central spot above the triptych mirror to the left of the shrine. You must not lie with your feet stretching towards the shrine. I have been reprimanded twice already for doing so. But the TV is against that wall. So some sit while others lie on their bellies with their heads propped up on their hands

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