Irade
May 14, 6:30 pm BT – 4:30 pm UT, Somewhere In The Tian Shan Mountain Range, China
The smell meat wafted through the dining room. Aside from the sounds of eating and slurping, there wasn't much noise.
The dining room was small, but cozy. It was actually the first room of the house, and the only room that had a window. There was a small, circular dining table that could squeeze about five people around it, with a colorful etles patterned tablecloth over it. A small, but powerful, yellow lightbulb lit everything from above.
The gray walls were decorated with pictures of nature, and a large, woven tapestry of Uyghur people singing and dancing hung from the wall near the door. Irade sat on the seat facing the door, and she found herself repeatedly looking over to it.