Bat remembers last winter's smog
Back in Ulaanbaatar, on the first cold morning of September. From the balcony the air is still clear, and the mountains around the city look close enough to touch.
"Enjoy it," says Bat. "In two months you won't see them." I remember January: the grey fog lying over the ger districts, the smell of coal in my scarf, the cough that would not go away.