"Grandmother," he said. "When is the new year?"
"What happens in Pagumē?" Dawit asked, leaning forward. Ethiopian Calendar
She beckoned him closer. The smoke from the jebena (coffee pot) curled between them. "Grandmother," he said
"Nothing. And everything."
Every morning, she would sit on a flat stone facing the eastern ridge. While the rest of the world scrolled through digital calendars on glowing rectangles, Emebet watched the arc of the sun and the tilt of the moon's horn. Ethiopian Calendar
That night, Dawit walked through the village. He saw his neighbors sleeping under blankets woven from sheep's wool. He looked up. The Ethiopian sky is different—you see more stars there, because the air is thin and the faith is thick.