The plane lands smoothly at the airport of Ulan Bator, in the center of the country. It has been two years that I try to reach this place while the country was closed because of the COVID-19 crisis.

I leave the small airport that only welcomes two flights this morning. I walk on the parking lot, it is the total silence, very surprising for an airport. My eyes rest on the arid mountains with a golden reflection a few hundred meters away: I have arrived in the country of calm and harmony.