Bloody vegans

I SUPPOSE HE MUST have been there on business but he never went into any dull details. Kazakhstan, as far as my father’s stories went, was simply a place of men battling stray dogs in the street with umbrellas and children heading off hunting on horseback with eagles on their arms. As a thirteen-year-old, I thought it sounded perfect, right down to a joke he was frequently told, which he’s been repeating ever since.

“The Kazakhs are the second biggest consumers