End of Limba's first month
One month in Mongolia. Oyuunaa gives our class a little oral test, and afterwards I read my diary from the very first day: the airport signs, my first Сайн байна уу, the hot water that was off, the bus numbers, Tsetseg's apples, Temuulen's key collection.
A month ago I could not read a shop sign. Now I can ask the way, buy food, tell the time and say what I do every day.
Nomin says it is time to celebrate. Saraa says it is time for buuz.