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Traffic in Ulaanbaatar



                 Sinking into the passenger seat of a taxi, I am immersed in the endless great red

                 sea  of  cars  in  Ulaanbaatar.  Hundreds  of  faces,  all  with  furrowed  brows  and


                 gloomy eyes, are locked behind the wheels, moving in a slow, frustrated crawl.

                 Yet, the taxi driver is unexpectedly bright and cheerful, his wide smile filling his

                 face and his soft, childlike eyes radiating warmth. I wonder how long he has been

                 driving  to  remain  so  oblivious  to  the  depressing  scene  beyond  the  dusty,  thin


                 window of his car, softly singing along to an old 90s track playing on the radio.




                 As I crack open the window, thick, grey smoke desperately rises from the rusty


                 chimneys  of  the  cars,  stinging  my  throat  and  drying  my  eyes.  The  acrid  scent

                 lingers in the taxi long after I slam the window shut, leaving my stomach twisted

                 as though it has been wrung out a hundred times. The harsh red glow outside

                 does little to ease my nausea. Ghostly tendrils of smoke snake between the cars,


                 crawling over them like they want to devour them whole.




                 In  this  moment,  I  can't  help  but  imagine  how  peaceful  it  would  be  if  the  car

                 could soar above the traffic, cutting through the cold, fresh air, looking down at


                 the vast sea of unmoving vehicles. How great it would be, away from the chaotic

                 rhythm  of  the  city’s  rush-hour  madness.  Lost  in  this  daydream,  the  driver

                 interrupts my thoughts, explaining how music helps him cope with the anxiety of


                 the traffic. For a moment, I stop thinking about the poisonous smoke, the iron

                 machines surrounding us, and the oppressive red hue outside. Instead, I close my

                 eyes and let myself be carried away by the sweet melody of the song.









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