China
A tractor with several children on the load platform overtook me, and then stopped. They told me they were Mongolian Chinese. They all had bright, smiley faces. The father gestured, asking if I would like something to eat. I indicated that, in all honesty, I was stuffed. The tractor disappeared over the horizon and I immediately regretted not accepting. It would have been nice to stay with them. I had no clue as to what would happen up ahead. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
