I ran my eyes along the beams that held up the circular ceiling. I’m not exactly sure how it worked, but it opened in the center, the central beams never meeting at the top. Smoke was rising from a large oven set into the earth in the middle. To one side, the top was flat shale. Sitting on it were pots of boiling things. To another side, a woman was using a long wooden paddle to pull flat bread from a covered oven. Nearby, bread was cooling on a wooden rack. Women were serving and being served.

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