Lately, it has been raining nearly every day here in Mongolia. And, it has been pouring.
Throughout history, Mongolians are known to have worshiped the eternal blue sky during times of the great Chinggis Khaan (often known as Genghis Khan) and before/after that. Maybe we have maddened the skies, but it has been opened as it’s just been pouring.
The rains of July 17, 2009
This rain was highly destructive. 29 people died from the ensuing floods. Eleven were from Ulaanbaatar, the capital city of Mongolia. More than 130 families have been displaced from their homes as their gers (traditional Mongolian yurts) were washed away in the floods.
This was a very sad day, but I hope we, Mongolians, will learn from this. I hope we will learn to respect our mother nature and re-learn and re-live at least some of our past traditions. I hope we will not be cutting down trees so much. If we do, at least plant trees for every tree cut. It seems that the international industry wide practice that is used in the lumber and wood industry worldwide is to plant two baby trees per every tree cut. I hope that we will not be throwing all of our trash everywhere. I hope that we will respect our waters and rivers and do our best to keep them clean and running freely. I hope that we will not be building our gers and homes in the flood plains or near the river basin.
There also was another damage that I should mention: the collapsed bridge in Zaisan.