The snow will start falling in just a few weeks, but for now everything in Georgia’s northern mountain region of Kazbegi is drenched in sunlight. The air here, at around two and a half thousand meters above sea level, is so clear as to be almost intoxicating. Just over the little stone wall where the three ruddy young men are pitching hay for winter, Vano the farmer informs me that tomorrow will be dog fighting day in the village of Kobi.
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