The first time I heard about Mongolia was from my grand father and his tale as a war prisoner during world war II. I must have been 7 or 8 years old . Both my grand fathers had been prisoners in Germany during the second world war. One of them, Louis, had been rescued in late 1944 by a detachment of Mongol soldiers who had joined the war under Soviet commandment. Mongolia was part of the Soviet block at the time. As a child, I remember the sparks of light in my grand father’s eyes and laughters as he described how the German had run away at the first sights of these massive and strong Asian men coming from a remote country he had barely heard of before, assaulting the camp and delivering all prisoners. He used to describe how all prisoners, American, British, French and the Mongol soldiers jumped at each others arms euphorically. This scene left in my mind an indelible picture and a first interest in Mongolia and Mongols. I thought I probably owed that country and these people my grand father’s life.
Wrapped baby held by his sister, Uureg Nuur lake, Western Mongolia.
Gers entrance, Ulaan Gom, Western Mongolia.
Young herders, Khovsgol Nuur, Northern Mongolia.
Nomadic family in late Summer on their way to the Winter pasture, Uureg Nuur, Western Mongolia
Herder, Ulaan Gom, Western Mongolia
Tsatan Herder’s tent on a freezing night, on the border with Siberia, Northern Mongolia. Some of the coldest temperatures on Earth have been recorded in that area.
Aerial view flying over central Mongolia.
Horse riders in a desert landscape close to Uureg Nuur lake, Western Mongolia.
Horse riders at rest, Horkon, Central Mongolia.
Herder drinking tea, Uureg Nuur lake, Western Mongolia.
Contortionists from the Mongol National circus, Ulaan Baatar.
Man with a cigarette, Uureg Nuur lake, Western Mongolia.
Young horse rider bathing with his horse at the beautiful Buir Nuur lake, close to Manchuria, Eastern Mongolia.