Limba reads the taxi's name and street names
Bat finds a taxi, and the three of us squeeze in with my bags. On the roof: ТАКСИ. On the dashboard, a little card with the driver's name: ДАМДИН. I can read every letter of it!
The road to the city crosses an empty steppe, then the first buildings appear. Big road signs fly past: ЗАЙСАН, ТӨВ. I read them aloud, too slowly, and each time the sign is already behind us.
Nomin turns round and smiles. She says I am a good student. I say she is a very patient teacher.