My Story of “A Glass of Water”

 

Tsatsraa-shuu4I would like to share a story with NomadGreen citizen journalists which happened to me seven years ago. Every time I think about this story, I become thoughtful and sad. I have never told this story to anyone before and today I decided to share it with all of you.

We were second grade journalist students at The National University of Mongolia and used to live in a campus. It was the beginning of spring and exams had started. I was waiting my classmate in the waiting room of the campus to go to the library. The student campus has strict rules. Not everyone is allowed to enter the campus. There is only this head sized small window for guests to call who they would like to see. Үргэлжлүүлэн унших