Kochkor

On a horse with no name in Kyrgyzstan

It’s nine o’clock in the evening. We are sitting on a bench near the river, the sun has set and the sky is pitch black with millions of stars. We pull the blanket a bit tighter around us. Svetlana and her two daughters join us, to check if ‘it’s’ already visible. We have absolutely no clue what we are supposed to see, but it must be special. A few minutes later the girls start to jump up and down and point towards an opening between two rocks. A bright star shines exactly in the opening. Aha! Time to hit the sack and get warm!

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