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Here Come The Mongolians!
30 December 2010 03:57 am Outside of my window, in the cold centre of a probably much colder city, a Mongolian family has set up camp. They came here a while ago, following the trail of their most famous Mongol: Ghenghis Khan. Now, it must be said that Ghengy (that’s what friends may call him) never actually passed by here and it is likely that my Mongolian neighbours do not have access to Wikipedia to check where their hero actually went. Not that it matters, this ultimate sense of devotion is what’s inspiring. They deny the society that swallows them here, that wants it to move indoors, to that warm apartment below me that they are now renting (not knowing what to do with it, they use it as a stable for the cattle).
Every morning, they take a bucket of snow which they then melt in their armpits (the old Ghenghis way!) to use for tea and washing. I wonder what they will do once the snow starts to melt, but maybe then, they will have moved on to another place Ghenghy supposedly passed by. I wouldn’t want to be the one telling these Mongolians that he never really was here. I admire their sense of purpose, of not caring what anyone will think. I wouldn’t really know how to break the news to them anyway, seeing as how my Mongolian is shabby to say the least (and to make matters worse, Google Translate doesn’t even speak Mongolian, so we truly are impossible interlocutors).
One thing that particularly annoys me about Mongolians is that they’re always trying to break through people’s walls, all day long they’re all just trying to knock down my walls, it’s irritating, I can tell you! It’s like they don’t want to have privacy (there’s 78 people living in that one tent) and don’t want others to have it too. Before there was Big Brother, people just didn’t have any walls so there was no need for CCTVs and things like that (I guess). I did get them to stop destroying my walls though, at least for now. What I did? Oh, I put some laxative in some water, froze it up, crushed the ice and mixed it with their morning snow. Well, let’s just say they’ve got more important things on their hands right now...
*evil grin*
Every morning, they take a bucket of snow which they then melt in their armpits (the old Ghenghis way!) to use for tea and washing. I wonder what they will do once the snow starts to melt, but maybe then, they will have moved on to another place Ghenghy supposedly passed by. I wouldn’t want to be the one telling these Mongolians that he never really was here. I admire their sense of purpose, of not caring what anyone will think. I wouldn’t really know how to break the news to them anyway, seeing as how my Mongolian is shabby to say the least (and to make matters worse, Google Translate doesn’t even speak Mongolian, so we truly are impossible interlocutors).
One thing that particularly annoys me about Mongolians is that they’re always trying to break through people’s walls, all day long they’re all just trying to knock down my walls, it’s irritating, I can tell you! It’s like they don’t want to have privacy (there’s 78 people living in that one tent) and don’t want others to have it too. Before there was Big Brother, people just didn’t have any walls so there was no need for CCTVs and things like that (I guess). I did get them to stop destroying my walls though, at least for now. What I did? Oh, I put some laxative in some water, froze it up, crushed the ice and mixed it with their morning snow. Well, let’s just say they’ve got more important things on their hands right now...
*evil grin*
