I am not an ordinary Mongolian. My life that will be presented here will cause some people to dislike it. But this is my life, so I’m ready to accept whatever bad words are said. My name is Munkhsarul. 29 years old this year. The reason for writing such a letter is that I sincerely hope for my fellow countrymen…
When I was eight years old, my father and mother left the three of us, so we lived through difficult days. In fact, our father is a very good man, but his previous life was always difficult, so he left the three of us two years after our son was born. So, a few years ago, after finishing the tenth grade, I decided to major in the Korean language and entered university.
In the summer of my sophomore year, I decided to do an internship and worked as a guide and translator for tourists. The three of us who have always grown up short and sad, this summer’s work has contributed a lot to our lives, so it can be said that we have almost tasted it. Then, in the fall, through his Korean acquaintances, he started serving Korean people who are coming for business rather than tourism.
“My friend said that if he trusts him, he can keep a business person working as a personal manager, and he will not be interrupted by money, and if he agrees, he can even take him to Korea.”
That fall, I got to know a few Korean people, and I got a lot of customers because I concentrated on helping them with their business. I met a person while walking like this. For some reason, he seemed very pleasant to me, who was cheerful and chatty, who behaved in a free manner, but who did not want to deprive me of anything.
After our several times of work, I used to go in and out with their friends, and I became close to them. They even bought me a new car.
Once when he came back, he told me that he was going to Korea with me. I was so happy that I was walking across the border for the first time, and I went to Seoul with him. Five years have already passed since Christmas.
Now, for me, my current sponsor and co-habitant is almost old. Because he has his own wife, children and back life, so he will never marry me. I am only his secret wife in Mongolia.
I can’t hide the fact that even though the relationship has become old, he sometimes beats me and kicks me out of the house, and curses every Mongolian who comes in and says, “Your beggars are stealing from my things.”
I put up with everything that Eldwere behaves like, but I can’t stand the curse of “your Mongols and beggars” and I fight back. At first, I used to beat them, but in the end, both of us started fighting.
Therefore, I got tired of all this and wanted to meet Mongolian people and live like them. But for some reason I could not enter the environment other than the world where I started from the beginning. My acquaintances are some Koreans and some poor Mongolians who follow them. So I ran away from the other and went to Seoul. I want to live like a human without working illegally and collecting money.
But the most difficult thing is that he follows me wherever I go and threatens me every time I meet someone, saying, “My arms are too long.” Of course, I have to manage all this myself. Most of my friends speak Korean and are translators. Many of them are living in this way.
I can’t blame the hearts of these poor Koreans who have wives and children and spend the money they gave to them as anonymous servants in Mongolia. Because as women, we get used to people, give our hearts, trust and hope. Unfortunately, most Korean men consider us to be a small nation, so they respect us only to that extent.
For me, now is the time to create my own life. Therefore, whether I want it or not, I want to devote my real life to someone. But one thing I am afraid of is that no one will understand the meaning of my past life which will be revealed one day. I will be accepted as if I were a prostitute.
When I think about it, my desire to marry a Mongolian man and live a good life seems to be empty. I am afraid that there will be no one among Mongolian men who will accept me exactly as I am and the way I live.