Hello, I am Erdene from Mongolia!

(Aaron from CentralRadioFM called me a she but I am a he! )

I have choosen to do a 'solo' parachute jump for 2 charities---rather than jumping with an instructor---I will jump on my own---I'll receive 6 hours of training before the jump....no practice jumps beforehand!!!

5th of April is the jump date....but before that I need to raise £400!!! --- DONATE Botton is below.....

I am risking my own life for two, very worthy charities: (because of 2 things my mother always told me)

Rosemere Cancer Foundation(1051194)- being healthy and well is the essence of life. Parents are happy so long as their children are healthy and well, and likewise, we want our beloved parents to be in good health for a very long time...

The Harris Bursary Fund(helping disadvantaged students) - education is part of human evalution, in the early years, education was to know what animal to eat and what animal to run away from. These days it is abit more challenging, atleast for me, but everyone deserves an education so they can reach their potential and do good for all of humanity.

Bonus for the donors:

1) 1 free Judo session at Preston Judo Club...tutored either by me or a Black-belt Master!!!

Or/And

2) 'Introduction to Mongolia' lesson, including language class, Mongolian cuisine(I cook),etc...anything you want about Mongolia!

Just get in touch with me! at erdenesukhbaatar@yahoo.co.uk

Сайн байцгаана уу! Монгол ахан дүүсээ

Шороон үхэр жилийн мэндийг хүргэе

Миний бие Сүхбаатарын Эрдэнэ  эдүгээ англи улсад 10-аад жил амьдран, сурч боловсорч байгаа оюутан билээ.

Би тусламж хэрэгтэй байгаа хүмүүст хандив босгохын тулд английн тэнгэрээс шүхрээр буух болсон юм. Хэдийгээр надад багшийн хамт үсрэх нь аюулгүй боловч, эрсдлийг тооцон ганцаараа үсрэхээр шийдсэн болно. Ингэснээр илүү их хандив өгөх боломжтой ажгуу.

Би 6 цагийн бэлтгэл хийсний дараагаар ямар ч туршилтын үсрэлтгүйгээр НЭГ л удаа үсрэх юм. Шүхрээр буух өдөр 4 сарын 5 бөгөөд нийт 400 фунт стерлинг босгохоос 60-ыг цуглуулаад байгаа билээ. Энэхүү хандив маань 2 тусламжиийн байгууллагад хүрэх бөгөөд та бүхэн  хувь нэмэрээ оруулж их тусыг хүргэнэ гэж найдаж байна. 

Би үргэлж монголоороо гоёж, бахархаж явж нэгэн билээ, тиймээс энэхүү зурган дээр нэгэн өвөр монгол оюутны дээлийг өмсөн монгол улсын тугийнхаа өмнө авахуулсан юм.

Story of Bunia: The first Mongolian parachutist

It was the 10* year of the Manchu Dynasty Khan Protected by Heaven. On a fine summer day during the tzam celebrations the Manchurian vicegerent in Uliastai came to see the monastery of Erdene Zuu which had been built by the well-intentioned Khan Abtai.
From the neighboring banners Mongolian noblemen and herdsmen had come to the tzam and monastery was busy. Many colored ten stood here and there. Well-dressed and wide chested men with a sweating faces bronzed by the steppe sun and beautiful slender women were riding on the smartly saddled horses. They neatly cut the mane of the horses and galloped in the steppe. Seeing the freedom-loving people vicegerent turned over in his mind that the skilful horsemen the and strong Mongols, were richer in their cultural heritage than Manchurians and it seemed to him that it was difficult to rule them without any crafty manoeuvres. And with approval thinking about the policy of the great emperor, Protected by Heaven, of ruling the Mongols with the help of the Buddhist yellow sect, the vicegerent looked at the tzam and the beautiful decoration of the monastery with great interest and he admired the skilled craftsmen's works.

The vicegerent, who participated in conquering the two tribes in the west of the country, was thin but a good horseman. He usually got up early in the morning. At dawn the vicegerent went out of the ger, which the chief of the monastery had set up specially for him. He seemed to take great pleasure in breathing the fresh air with the scent of the steppe grass and flowers. Looking around he suddenly noticed something apparently moving on the high roofs of the monastery "Zuu". It was difficult for him to distinguish what it was, a bird or a man. For a bird it was too big. He couldn't understand. If that was a man it was impossible to understand what he was doing, why had he climbed up so early in the morning. It was a man. But what could he do on the roofs of the high monastery!
Oh, God, that was really a man. Why did he climb the tops. Looking up attentively the vicegerent noticed that the man was jumping down. Behind him there was something like an umbrella. He was in the air hanging by the parachute on the wind of a pleasant autumn morning.
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Then he slowly disappeared. It reminded him of a spider and its web. Soon the jumper again appeared on the high roof of the monastery “Zuu” and did as before. His figure was seen distinctly. He stood out against the background of the light morning sky. The vicegerent was interested in his training but he did not jump again. Having waited for a moment the vicegerent returned to the ger. His chief guard came running to him and bowed respectfully.
In reply the Manchurian inclined his head and came into the ger hoping that next morning he could go out and see him again"

Next day in the silence of the morning the parachutist, who that everybody had been asleep jumped from the roof of the m fearlessly four times. That day Manchurian vicegerent had to lea Uliastai and the chief with other lamas and some powers that be him off. This time the vicegerent informed the chief lama of what had seen during the last two mornings. Listening to him attentively the chief, a tall and cruel lama, who used to scold others, said,
It is possible to be one of the naughty boys. I'll inform you how he would have been punished for infringing our sacred rule.

It seemed to Bunia as if he felt his mother's gentle touch in his back with her hand. He recovered consciousness and opened his eyes At once he felt an excruciating pain in his back, and his body became stiff. Bunia was surprised to find himself alone in some desolate mountains in the pose of lying lion with his right hand under his head and the left hand stretched along with his body. According to the old custom the dead men were placed in such a pose.
It was not his mother who touched on his back, but a shaggy dog licking him. When the boy began to move the dog came up to his face and had a lick at it. Then it wagged its tail and stood on its hind legs staring with wide-open eyes at him as it was going to say to him. "Try to get up". Bunia recognized the dog at once. It was the black dog of which he used to give pieces of meat and bone. He tried to rise to his feet but couldn't move, because his whole body was stiffened and his lips were dry and parched with thirst. Because of a sharp pain in his head, he closed his eyes and lay motionlessly for a while.

Soon Bunia opened his eyes again and looked around, and saw that he was lying on the burial ground where dead lamas were taken from the monastery.
The sky was cloudy, a gentle steppe wind, like a fan, refreshed the poor boy suffering from severe pain and high fever. He began to wonder who bad brought him to the burial ground, why the sky and ground had changed their color, and how long he had been lying there. Everything was strange to him. But suddenly he remembered what had happened. The day after the vicegerent's departure, early in the morning Buniac limbed the roof of the monastery with his aircraft like a big parasol and d down. Then he picked up the parasol and was eager to run up to the top and jump down again. Once day when the barefooted boy ran up to the roof of the monastery by stealth he saw a small sculpture of a lama flapping his orkhimge as if he was soaring in the air. After that he to make a flying parasol, like that lama orkhimge which he had seen. At first Bunia jumped from a fence, when he enlarged the size of the parasol and rushed down from a higher object.

At night he had to mend the parasol made of threadbare wrappers of sudar3 by piecing in sewing, in the middle of the parasol he had a hole for the air. Bunia closed his eyes and recalled the delightful feelings of happiness about his flight. That morning when the boy jumped from the roof of the temple for the second time he suddenly caught sight of some strong monks, who stood behind the open porch hiding themselves and watching him. At once he understood that he was in trouble. He wanted the wind to throw him over the rampart. Meanwhile he heard the sound of footsteps near to him. He said to himself. "Now they will catch me. Help me, get behind the rampart".
At that moment somebody seized by his legs and the boy fell down. A big spotted monk, who was out of his breath as he came up running fast, shouted with a stentorian voice:

- What are you doing, scoundrel? The others took the umbrella from him away and the boy was brought to the gesgui (praying order keeper) together with the parachute, Bunia was seized with terror of a foreboding that some evil would come without fail when he saw the gesgui, who, as usual, got up early and sat turning the prayer wheel. The gesgui loudly cried to him:

- You have made a lot of trouble for the monastery. In addition, you’ve met the Manchurian vicegerent's eye. You will be beaten with a switch for your sinful actions. The gesgui sent his disciples to inform the chief lama that the sinner has been caught at the place of crime and the head lama wanted to himself the mischievous boy's jump from the tops of the monastery main temple, from which Bunia jumped many times, all the lamas and disciples gathered when the chief lama ordered Bunia to show his flying:
- I want to know what evil spirit is helping you. Jump down more.
The boy seized by fear climbed the roof of the temple, and look down. From the high top of the monastery the lamas in yellow vestment who stood on the ground, were seen very small like sparrows. The gesgui gestured with the hand and the boy jumped down speaking to himself in a whisper:
- Mammy, Let parasol turn into the Khan-Garid and take me over seven mountains away. The inflated parachute lifted him at the armpits when Bunia guiding the parachute by the traces and he passed flying over the baldheaded lamas who were sitting on the green grass. The dumb-founded lamas, pointing their fingers at him, were loudly talking about something. The parachutist landed near their monastery and looked with fear at the lamas, coming up to him. That day the gesgui punished him severely. By the order of the gesgui the parasol was committed to the flames and he was beaten on his back with a switch a hundred times. The boy kept silent clenching his teeth. He could hardly bear the lashes given to him. Twice he said "mummy", but nobody responded to the call. Only a lay brother counted in a hoarse voice: "Ten, eleven, fifteen, sixteen." All his friends got a terrible fright when they saw the torture. Then Bunia lost consciousness. He was considered to be dead and they put him on the burial ground where the dead lamas were placed.
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Bunia tried to raise his head but he began to groan with the terrible pain in his back. The dog ran up to him and licked his lips. Then Bunia lay unconscious for a long time and when recovered consciousness the dog had gone away. He felt lonelier. He wanted to cry but he became hoarse and couldn't produce any sound. He called his mother in a whisper a licked his dry lips in vain. He felt a bad headache and a pain as if a red hot iron burned his back and he had a fever. In his ears there was such a ringing like somebody near him splitting wood with an axe.
It seemed to Bunia that he had been lying near to his mother in old tattered ger and stroking his back with her soft hand she had felt, as before, pity for her decision to give her son to the lamas as a disciple. His pain had gone away and he felt as easy as he had been during the time of his flight. He heard something like the voice of his mother, who died:
- My son, come up to mummy. Where are you? In reply Bunia said in a hoarse voice.
- Here, here, mother. Then he flinched and stretching himself died.
It was the eighteenth year of Mongolia. I visited the western aimaks together with Erich Heinish, the German Mongolist, and we had been to the Uliastai Museum organized by old "Russian" Tseren in the monastery of Geser. I handed over to the museum the wooden seal from the library ' of Sutar. In one of the museum houses my attention was attracted by the old accounts of the Uliastai Amban. I read a report, which had given an account of a boy, Bunia by name, from the monastery of Erdene Zuu, who had been beaten with a switch and died. This boy flew down with the help of his self made parachute as far back as the 10th year of the Khan Protected by Heavan. It happened a long time earlier than German Otta Lilyental's attempts to fly with a parachute. It was sad to think how many bold talented men like Bunia had been punished severely and died from beating.

The notes, which I took during the time of my visit to the Uliastai museum, were used in the story about Bunia. In summer 1955 I, together with Poukha, the Czechoslovakian scientist, visited Uliastai again. But by this time the old "Russian" Tseren's museum did not exist and the monastery of Geser had also disappeared. The Amban's archives were not found in the museum of Regional Studies. So the documents of the first Mongolian parachutist were lost. But the name of Bunia should remain clearly in all memories. On purpose I have written this story with a deep grief, it is a pity that the document, written by a careful lama in detail has not been kept. It had been the deposition of the Ьоу of 15 or 16 and his death from the switch. I remember that old Tseren told me about the first Mongolian parachutist who had been taken away to the burial ground alive and Tseren heard about the history of the boy in his childhood from the elders. But with the passing years I have forgotton many details of the document, which I read in Uliastai museum.

Written by B.Rinchen
Translated by Ts.Gombosuren