Chapter 35
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I had dinner in the cafeteria that night. Saag Paneer was on the menu, little cubes of Indian cheese in a spinach sauce.
“Why would a Mongolian monk eat so much Indian food?” I asked. It was a rhetorical question because I had never actually seen the Ja Lama eating any of it even though the cafeteria menu was supposedly created in his honor. Kumar answered me anyway.
“I’m pretty sure the only thing they have to eat in Mongolia is meat.”
“So he’s basically just f*****g with us.”
“Don’t knock it,” said Kumar. “I love Indian food. To tell you the truth, though, I don’t know if I’ll ever eat it again if I get out... I mean, when I... never mind.”
We both knew he might never make it out of here alive. That didn’t mean he felt like talking about it. The person who had
