> Under savagery I'd be living mostly outside, shivering, wondering if I could get enough food to live through the winter A long time ago I saw a television do

> Under savagery I'd be living mostly outside, shivering, wondering if I could get enough food to live through the winter A long time ago I saw a television documentary about a tribe of nomads living on the steppe in western Mongolia. They were supposedly distant descendants of the ancient Scythians, and living very much the same lifestyle their ancestors had for centuries -- a small tight-knit community, growing up on horseback, being highly skilled at archery, and so on. During one particularly bad winter the tribe entered a Mongolian city at the edge of the steppe to seek shelter, and they never left. The filmmakers found the old women of the tribe working in an office building, sitting in cubicles and typing on computers. The only connection they had to the old ways was a horse archery show and competition they held in the streets of the city. The filmmakers asked the old women why the tribe had done this. Didn't they miss their traditional way of life? They told him, of course we miss some aspects of our old life, and the freedom of living on the steppe, but what we don't miss is being cold and hungry all the time.