…and also the 5 days in the desert passed. In the middle of nothing, making a joke with everything, ridding with horses, going to loose in vulcanos already lost in the world. Good, really good life. The original spirit of mongolian people, too much different than ours, too much different than everything.
Other lifes.
Other stories.
And now, in this run against time, some hours for think about next step, 5 days in transiberian train going in home-direction. Trying to remember what is it a “home”…and, also, where. Baltic or mediterranean direction…
All this, with my travel-mates. Human-stuff again, the most important for good days.