July 8. UB, Chinggis Khaan airport

There was a man who hung around the center of town selling postcards. He had a piece of paper supposedly explaining his sad story that his ger had burned down and his wife and 4 children were killed. Of course everyone knew it was all a lie, but I bought a postcard anyway. He said it was his birthday (ha!). I saw him several days in a row and it was always his birthday. So, I'm sitting here in the airport and guess what birthday boy shows up?