From a Mountain in Tibet
I believe I was born in September. I don't know exactly, because we had neither clocks nor calendars in our village. We didn't need them. The only time that mattered was the turning of the seasons, which governed when to plant, when to take the animals to the high pastures and when to harvest. The precise day on which a person was born mattered very little to us, because we did not count the days. For us, you were young until you were old. Book jacket.
Publication Date: 27-Aug-2020
Publisher: Penguin Books, Limited