A Pagmaa does not like the city, family prefers steppe and help their parents with cattle, but she wants to work in a bank and see the world. He is aware that, according to tradition, must marry the 21 years
I traveled to Mongolia to look into the eyes of those people who lives 40 degrees below zero in the middle of the plain, those people who have so little attachment to things that changes your home site every six months.
Mongolia boasts solitudes, steppes that point to nowhere, horizons softly, where no regrets because both desert, simply, no one. It's like a country induced coma for its barren landscapes, a crossing, the echo of the shepherds, do not stop, perhaps not suddenly feel helplessness.
The pleasure of nowhere. In Mongolia it is possible to drive with your eyes closed for a while. We had left Ulaanbaatar and I only had a clear horizon ahead, an empty landscape and a sense of unbridled freedom.