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Traffic in Ulaanbaatar

One of the biggest reasons why I'd love to live in the countryside is the traffic jams in

UB. One time, there was this harrowing congestion, everywhere amongst the city, leaving

everyone lunatically mad.

With my brother on my lap, I started to worry about those people who have called an

emergency, knowing that it will never make there in time to rescue, to save people. Fire

everywhere, screaming, crying, screeching in agony, desperately needing help, there will

always be one reason behind this suffering. Congestion. Firetrucks will never make it there,

ambulances will never be able to save people, there will be people who are stressed,

devastated and worn out because of spending one fourth of a day, stuck in traffic, desiring to
go home as soon as possible.

Filled with ear-hammering signals, all the newborns and youths who were deep into

their slumber had abruptly woken up, as if they saw a colossal monster. Scared and startled,

they'd all cry simultaneously with the rest of the noises, making every single mother of them

want to curse those vehicles. Who'd even want to live in a place filled with frequent noises as

if they were made to irritate people.

All the same for those who are stuck in traffic, feeling their body crack with only a

single muscle movement. They all are thinking, dreaming, desiring to go out of this country

to go abroad, to start their life again with pleasure, but they always end up realizing that they
are captured in their own potential, which is not even worth of one tenth of the pleasure they

want.

This is why, in my opinion, that it is not Ulaanbaatar, but Saaralbaatar. Everyone in

this terrible city has lost their happiness, color, cheerfulness to the poorly designed

infrastructure.

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