There was more than just a red brick wall between the Beatles and us, the youngsters in the Soviet era "socialist camp"... The other side of the wall used to be much, much darker, gloomy and surrealistic...

That was why we have now dedicated our "big guitar" in the middle of Ulaanbaatar to those whom we all remember but who unfortunately could  not have made it to present days. To the lonely guitar player from our backyard staircase and to Mendee's younger brother who used to supply us with LPs whenever he returned from abroad with his diplomatic family.