Louisa Waugh`s passionately written account of her time in a remote Mongolian village. Frustrated by the increasingly bland character of the capital city of Ulan Bator, she yearned for the real Mongolia & recounts here her time in the village of Tsengel. Waugh`s time in the village was marked by coming to terms with the harshness of climate & also by how she faced up to new feelings towards the treatment of animals, death, solitude & real loneliness, & the constant struggle to censor her reactions as an outsider. Above all, she aims to involve readers with the locals` lives in such a way that we come to know them & care for their fates.