It was my great-grandfather who finally decided to leave the high steppe lands, where his family had always lived, and move into the city. My grandfather hired a man to take care of our family's herds and livestock and my father was trained to be a lawyer. Living to the west of the city, we are near the clear lakes and not far from where the country begins, so I am not too homesick. But when my father died, I had a yurt built in the garden of the lot he owned, so that I would not forget my roots.