3 weeks ago
It has been three years since i last came to this part of mongolia. time to catch up on the news with my local friends. so much happens in three years: birth, weddings, children leaving for the nearby big towns to study and of course passing aways. there is not much sentimentality when mongols talk about death of relatives or friends, but much more a matter of fact tone. birth and death are the inexorable extremities of the same thread, the cycle of life, with one comes the other. as birth is celebrated with joy and triumph, death is announced with a more muted and detached emotion, a passage to the next life in this buddhist country. and life goes on, there is a family to feed and cattle to attend.