Dwelling

Kawiuk: Look here that is how our campsite looks like!

My father uses a stone knife to dismember an ibex that he hunted. My mother just returns from collecting berries and mushrooms. She caught a hare in one of our traps. You see that our tents are quite snugly. We do not live in caves! As if we would force ourselves into those small dump holes! Caves are places to bury our death. Sometimes our hunters take shelter from thunderstorms at the entrance area of a cave.