Walking the cattle back home wasn’t a light job – they were as easily agitated as kids. The whole process took over an hour to complete. I was exhausted by the end of it. When we retreated back into their ger, Alta’s mother was already sitting there waiting for us. She had changed into a deep pink traditional costume, looking a world different from the same woman I saw herding out there. She had also pinned her own medals on her chest for me to see.
‘Where are these medals from?’ I asked her.
‘From the party. I am a member,’ she replied. She is also an election campaigner.
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