Businessman from Mongolia. Irkutsk
Like a raven on a stripped branch, sitting alone on the roof of a highrise.
Having lost everything, from the height of the thirteenth floor, dangles his feet.
The angels of death—the photographers, TV journalists—have already turned on their cameras,
The embassy, the other side of the sacred shore, has already been notified.
Enkh Etrech, dear one, what have you forgotten in Siberia’s region of hungry ghosts?
Oh, to ride on horseback at...
Where, and by whom writing was first developed remains unknown, but scholars place the beginning of writing at 6,000