The Door Is Never Locked
On the steppe, a traveller may walk into any ger, sit at the fire, and be given tea, food and a place to sleep — even if no one is home, he may enter and help himself, and leave again. We do not lock our doors, and we do not fear the stranger, because we all live under the same wide sky and we all know that one day it is us out on the cold land needing a fire. Hospitality is not politeness with us. It is survival, shared.
In your world I have seen people who do not know the name of the family on the other side of their wall. You have locks, alarms, and cameras, and still you feel unsafe — because safety was never really about the locks. It was about knowing your neighbours would take you in.
