Never been there, never will go there, never is such a final word.

“You will never amount to much!”said by a world raised by anger

“It will never change.” said by those without vision

In Mongolia, the traditions are of the nomadic. To roam the country with family and herd. Horse and eagle to hunt and explore.

No, I’ll never go there with this body but I’ve been there many times, lived among the people, and tasted their change, wants, angers, fear. And to know their change with past meeting future, is joy.