by Laetitia Merli, 52 minutes

Batmaa, Gundjimaa, Nordjmaa and the others , I met you when you were still little girls in Tsaagan Nuur, the village of the White Lake in the north of Mongolia. I, the French girl twenty years older than you, played, ran and sang in the steppes with you. You taught me Mongolian and how to herd yaks. Since then, you’ve always been in my thoughts, what would you become in your village ? How would your life be ? And how would mine be if I had been born there ? 

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