There is so much more I want to say, but for now I offer this.

The first sounds you hear are from a recording I made in a small village called Barli. It was evening, and the sun was setting. As I stood on the roof of our hotel - a converted fort - all that could be heard was the sound of children playing, the clank of metal dishes, birds squawking and music. The sounds of home, of the day's end and of family.

Christine Mason Miller

Santa Barbara, CA

Writer * Artist * Storyteller * Guide