2009 оны 7 сарын 20. Серби улсын нийслэл Белграде хот.

Миний Серби найз Беба намайг ВЕЧЕРНИЕ НОВОСТИ сонингийн сэтгүүлчтэй уулзуулахаар тохирсон байсан тул, Косово орхоосоо өмнөх өдөр нэлээд хоцорч байж уулзалтан дээр очлоо. 25 орчим найсны сэтгүүлч залуутай уулзаж нэгэн бар-нд суулж ярилцлага өглөө. Тэрээр ойрын үед хэвлүүлж чадахгүй гэсэн бөгөөд, тэртээ тэргүй маргааш дараагийн улсруугаа явж буй миний хувьд зарчмын ялгаагүй байлаа. Гагцхүү бичлэг гарсны дараа надад мэдэгдэж болбол англи орчуулга явуулахаар боллоо.

2009 оны 8 сарын 7 ны өдөр сонинд ярилцлага гарсан байсан бөгөөд уг сонингийн интернэт хувилбарыг уншдаг Гадаад Сербууд надад захиа бичиж ярилцлага таалагдсан тухай мэдэгдэж байсан юм.

Заваараа төрлөх сайхан Монгол хэлрүү орчуулж чадах хүн байвал баярлах болно.

So far I visited around 62 countries of Asia, Africa and Europe, and I plan to tour at least as much. To travel across, literally, the entire planet. However, only four or five countries give me that amazing feeling, only for them I can say they are really great. Among them is Serbia, a country of my dreams, in which I returned. These are the words that I hear from mr Zolbajar, long-haired 30-year-old from Mongolia who’s been traveling around the world for the past three and a half years. On the Internet, just as in many countries he visited, he had already become a hit, known by his nickname – Amai The Mongol. Obscure light in a Belgrade cafe where we met, the night before his departure to Kosovska Mitrovica, from where he will go to Bulgaria,
illuminates the scar on his forehead. Amai shrugs his shoulders.

- Trust me, buddy, I have no idea how I earned this. I know only that I was last night, in Vojvodina, and that I was drinking “pelinkovac”. But I guess that night was totally crazy – he said with a smile. Then he presses my recorder and starts telling his incredible life story, revealing what forced this young man with three degrees, who is also a journalist, writer, musician and the first Mongolian DJ, to go with a backpacks throughout the continents, driven by the nomadic hunger from the blood of
his ancestors …
- This trip is in my blood. There’s this ancient nomadic Mongolian tradition called badarhin. It indicates the need for young people to go where they have never been, and return richer because of a great experience. Only then can we settle down and start a family. For more than a century, the custom was forgotten, and I decided to renew it.
- I think I’ll be able to visit at least 150 countries in four or five years. I describe my travels, I have a website, and sometimes my journeys can be read in Mongolian newspapers. All I know, I will go back to my country until I do what I imagined.
- Sometimes I find accommodation, sometimes I just plant a tent by the road … One of my rules is “do not leave anything behind.” I collect everything in one pile and set it on fire. Wardrobe, garbage, things that I got … Even my hair. This is one of the nomadic rules, do not pollute nature.
- I had a dream – to visit Yugoslavia. Many people from my country, especially the young, wanted to come here. We never thought that much about America or Japan, but about you. You were our role models. Once, as a kid, I think in 1997, I went to the embassy of Yugoslavia in Ulaanbataar, to see what I need for a visa. And the guy at the consulate told me: “You know something, I have no idea for which country you could use this, because I’m not sure who I represent here. I can issue you a
visa for Yugoslavia.”
- I didn’t go then, but here I am now. The first time I arrived here, by train, I was greeted by the ugly side of the railway station. I saw old buildings and quite unhappy people, and I was stunned. Is this the land of my dreams, I asked myself? But then I saw the whole town, the whole country, and I loved it.
- Serbia is one of the greatest countries. Syria, Montenegro, Serbia… That’s what I like. I was here last spring, and then I came back because of the Universiade and “EXIT”. People are good, attentive, and I feel completely safe. From here I went to Bosnia and Montenegro, and I was especially enchanted by Herceg Novi.
- I noticed that many people from Serbia and ex-Yugoslavia want to go abroad to earn money. I do not understand it. I tell my friends from here: “Money isn’t everything. Abroad, you will be just a number. And here, you are the people.”
Amai tells me that the girls in the Balkans are, perhaps, the most beautiful in the world, but there’s something in them he doesn’t like.
- I see girls in high heels, in short skirts, as if they stepped from the fashion runway. Whenever I go out to a club, either in Belgrade or in Montenegro, I almost feel sick how good they look. But it is often just empty beauty. They do not play small, sweet games with the guys, like they don’t know how to flirt, to outsmart guys…

Bananas and Rakija
Whenever I go to a country, I eat local food, drink, drink, try to learn as many words in that language.
- The hardest thing was when I had to eat fish. We Mongols almost never eat it. Also, Africa. Banana for breakfast, banana for lunch, butter banana, banana cake … And the next morning – bananas again. So I’m better when I come to countries like Serbia, where the food is really good.
- In Mongolia we have beer and brandy made from milk. Some beverages make you violent, some make you happy. Serbian brandy makes you happy. That’s one of the things I’d bring to Mongolia and tell people “Those Serbs really drink this a lot”.

Srbija, nomadski san

DO sada sam bio u 62 zemlje Azije, Afrike i Evrope, a planiram da ih obiđem makar još toliko. Da proputujem, bukvalno, celu planetu. Ali, samo u četiri-pet zemalja se osećam kao kod kuće, samo za njih mogu da kažem da su zaista sjajne. Među njima je i Srbija, zemlja iz mojih snova, u koju sam se vratio i u koju ću uvek ponovo dolaziti.
To su prve reči koje izgovara Džambalsuren Zolbajar, dugokosi 30-godišnjak iz Mongolije, putnik oko sveta s troipogodišnjim stažom. Na Internetu, baš kao i u mnogim zemljama koje je posetio, on je već postao hit, poznat samo po svom nadimku – Amai Mongol.
Svetlo s tavanice jednog beogradskog kafića u kojem smo se sreli, noć pre Amaijevog puta u Kosovsku Mitrovicu, odakle će krenuti u Bugarsku, obasjava veliku “šljivu” na njegovom čelu. Amai sleže ramenima.
- Veruj mi, drugar, nemam pojma kako sam zaradio ovo. Znam samo da sam se sinoć, u Vojvodini, “razvalio” od onog vašeg pelinkovca. Ali, kladim se da je noć bila potpuno luda – kaže uz osmeh. Onda sam uključuje diktafon reportera “Novosti” i započinje svoju neverovatnu životnu priču, otkrivajući šta je mladića sa tri završena fakulteta, novinara, pisca, muzičara i prvog mongolskog di-džeja nateralo da s rancem na leđima krene po kontinentima, gonjen nomadskom glađu, iz krvi njegovih predaka…
- Ovo putovanje je u mojem DNK. To je prastara nomadska mongolska tradicija pod nazivom badarhin. Ona označava potrebu mladih ljudi da odu tamo gde nikada nisu bili i vrate se bogatiji za jedno veliko iskustvo. Tek tada mogu da se skrase i zasnuju porodicu. Duže od jednog veka taj običaj bio je zaboravljen, a ja sam odlučio da ga obnovim.
- Mislim da ću za četiri-pet godina uspeti da obiđem barem 150 zemalja. Opisujem svoja putovanja, imam svoj internet-sajt, a moje tekstove čitaju i u mongolskim novinama. Napisaću i knjigu.

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