I traveled with my dad through Circassian homelands. He was on a bike? And pulling me on a rolling log. We heArd about other Circassians on journeys in our heads as if we were listening to the radio 

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driving in a white van, heard a loud noise and thought I hit something . stopped and put on flashers and walked back and saw a white horse acting hurt. I started crying. Then I saw a lady laying down on the grass get up to comfort the horse. I cried, "I think i hit him."
She said, "No, he's been like that for a year". She described his condition.