Margie, the American lady who founded the NGO where I work, came on a much awaited visit today. The street children had prepared a colorful message on a whiteboard, and everyone was a little excited.
Then tonight I quite unexpectedly got the opportunity to attend a performance of traditional Mongolian music and dance by the Moon Stone ensemble. A ridiculously small audience (perhaps 15 people) could listen to the traditional instruments, throat singing and a longsong, and see a contortionist, Tsam dance and shaman dance. There was a slightly absurd moment when the ensemble, with only traditional Mongolian instruments, the musicians wearing traditional clothing, played O Sole Mio ...
It's usually possible to take pictures if you pay for it, but this time it wasn't allowed at all, so I can only show you the faded poster outside the building (it's right next to the State Circus in central UB).
Then tonight I quite unexpectedly got the opportunity to attend a performance of traditional Mongolian music and dance by the Moon Stone ensemble. A ridiculously small audience (perhaps 15 people) could listen to the traditional instruments, throat singing and a longsong, and see a contortionist, Tsam dance and shaman dance. There was a slightly absurd moment when the ensemble, with only traditional Mongolian instruments, the musicians wearing traditional clothing, played O Sole Mio ...
It's usually possible to take pictures if you pay for it, but this time it wasn't allowed at all, so I can only show you the faded poster outside the building (it's right next to the State Circus in central UB).
As you know, O Sole Mio means My Sun - Margie is the sun for many.
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