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Flight of the Eagle (my drum) rose above the clouds,
across borders, across plains and mountains...
It flies over Europe and then Russia...
Arriving in Mongolia, he feels strongly the energy that emanates from the Earth,
so powerful, so present all around him.
It feels its roots that feed on it.
In the evening, well installed in the ger (yurt),
he appreciates the heat of the stove
powered by yak dung.
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He loves this country where time has no hold,
where it is nature that decides for man.
You don't know when you're leaving, you don't know when you're coming,
depending on the condition of the slopes, the weather...
The valleys spread out in a string, to infinity.
The grandiose landscapes give everyone humility.
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A stop in the forest, a hello to the red berry pickers...
At all times, men make offerings to Mother Earth,
offering milk in all four directions, drinking vodka,
thanking for the smooth running of the trip.
Prayers and offerings are often made around the ovoo (cairn).
At the lake of Khövsgöl, the song of Flight of the Eagle becomes deeper in contact with the energies of the Blue Pearl of Mongolia.
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In the taïga, Flight of the Eagle swings to the rhythm of the horse that carries it.
It soaks up the wilderness.
He marvels at the thousand colours of autumn
who draw a fairy world.
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At the bivouac, he gives voice to the campfire which,
under the pot, prepare the evening soup.
In the tsataan’s village, he meets reindeer with velvety woods.
He sleeps under the teepee, on a bed made of badly degrossed wooden planks.
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He likes this contact with nature.
Hiking in the mountains,
he gets to know the rich flora and fauna.
They have the power that Mongolia's harsh climate gives them.
Animals, accompanying humans, are ubiquitous
horses, dogs, yaks, goats, sheep, camel...
and the wildest too,
from the eagle to the prairie dog, from the wolf to the kite bird...
Many birds accompany the journey.
Flight of the Eagle likes to play for all.
He also likes to play for the Earth and for human,
these Mongolians with skin colored by the sun of the Land of the Blue Sky.
They have a wide open heart that radiates joy around them
Their warm energy allows us to communicate beyond words.
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Flying the Eagle feels at home here.
It has already come in other times or in other dimensions...
He knew from the beginning when he saw, through the window of the plane,
mongolian mountains for the first time.
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