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The next day, Zhang Feng started this adventure, started his car, filled up the expensive gas, and found a relatively safe direction to move forward.

On the way, Zhang Feng saw the chaos, poverty, piety, hope, and smiles here.

Really walked through this country that existed but was not recognized, felt it with his heart, and felt the truth, Zhang Feng spent half a month to gain an in-depth understanding of this country.

On the fourth day, Zhang Feng met the local people who were robbed and could be blown down by the wind at any time, and pointed an AK at him, but for Zhang Feng, it was just a matter of subduing him, leaving some money, and he left on his own......

On the fifth day, when Zhang Feng was looking at the scenery in a place, and when he photographed the devastated wall, a child with a particularly big belly and thin yellow muscles came to him, and Zhang Feng gave half of his food that day to the child......

On the sixth day, passing through the area where the tribes were fighting, Zhang Feng learned how to hang the national flag next to the car, opened the window, and passed with a smile on his face......

On the first day, Zhang Feng came to a village destroyed by the war, and several old people were basking in the sun, or waiting for death......

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After returning to the capital of Somalia, Zhang Feng found a hotel and knocked down his experience of more than ten days:

Somalia, writing these three words, my heart hurts sharply, I read this book, and then I drove for fifteen days in this country that exists but is not recognized, it may be a little crazy, maybe some people don't believe it, but - the countrymen are here, even if they rob, they will be treated preferentially, of course, it may be that I am lucky to meet the robbers of the recognized - country, so don't try it easily.

When I stepped into this country, I wanted to write something about it, but I couldn't write about it because of fear—or fear, helplessness, and sadness: I couldn't write about its poverty, its chaos, and its violence, its black muzzle, and its love, kindness, and dignity behind the surface.

The most precious qualities of human nature, like rays of sunshine, shine on that mottled land, and they numb themselves with Carter, to defend the dignity of the land by living, and to reduce the fear of us outsiders with their smiles.

In this land, apart from gunsmoke and artillery fire, what is left?

Impression and confusion

In 1840, this country on the east coast of Africa had the same fate: in the same year as the Opium War, the empire of the sun never set knocked on the door of Somalia with guns. More than 100 years later, the war-torn country declared its independence. But independence means nothing at all — it doesn't mean peace, it doesn't mean development. Somalia is back in the mire of civil war, unable to extricate itself and sinking deeper and deeper. As an adult, he used to be a member of the Boy Scouts, and when he grew up, he used new methods to create the world's largest pirate gang, the So-Ma-Caspian Army-Army-Marine-Troop.

And I, in the past few days, have seen more than 30 disputes, and heard gunshots in more than 50 places.

The gun-stick comes out of the "positive-right", this sentence is the consensus of all Somalis, at least I can chat with them on the road, and many people say so.

Impression: Poverty

Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia. It is also the capital, it does not have the bright lights of [Beijing], there are no high-rise buildings in Washington, there is no romantic fashion in Paris, there is no art like London, it only has guns, guns, guns. There is no need to distinguish too much between the "poor-people-slums" and the so-called "community" in this city, because "the whole of Somalia is a big disaster-private sector", there is no clothing to wear, no food to eat, no house to live in, what people need to do every day is to "stay", by the way, try to beware of people or things around them that may cause danger to their lives, but who can really watch out for whom?

Somalia, so poor that there are only guns left, or only the dignity of the land.

Impression and piety

There are several white-domed buildings along the roadside. That's right, it's a mosque. In this wolf-filled place, their traditional religion has been passed down and passed down. The Mus-Rims looked solemn and incomparably pretentious, quietly telling their gods that they had confessed to the past and prayed for the future, and I had traveled to many Mus-Lim countries, but the piety here was the highest I had ever encountered.

Faith is devotion to religion, and the future is created by faith.

Impression and hope

In a country where institutions, medical institutions, and social order are on the verge of collapse – even collapsed, its education system is like a new sprout in the grass – fragile and small, but not negligible and viable. Yes, it's still tenaciously maintained. The vibrant new green seems to indicate the arrival of spring. There are no blackboards, no textbooks, no podiums, not even desks and chairs. There are only students and teachers – the hope for Somalia's future. There are no desks and chairs, children stand and listen to the teacher's lectures, they may not be able to get much useful from their own little teacher, but their curiosity, their eager eyes, are moving.

These Somali youths who "pick up the pen and put down the gun" are the light of Somalia's future.

Impression smile

In Somalia, which has been crushed by natural disasters**, he is like a two-faced man: the muzzle of the gun symbolizes his brutality, and the smile symbolizes his friendliness. The refugee camp is different from the city, although it is poor and backward, but the heartfelt smile and clear eyes of the refugee camp make people feel that they have seen a beautiful and hopeful tomorrow in Soma-ri. China has assisted Somalia in its post-war reconstruction on many occasions, and this friendship has taken deep root in their hearts. They are kind, they are innocent, and innocence makes it impossible for you to see anything but good in their eyes. The catastrophe brought about by the war is an incurable heartache, but they are still strong, still brave, and still smiling to meet tomorrow.

Where the flower of love blooms, life flourishes.

Somalia, a tyrant, war, poverty, disease, hunger.

Somalia, an angel, has innocence, beauty, smiles, and kindness.

Maybe we're going too fast, so that it can't keep up with us - maybe it's us who are at fault. In the land where piracy is rampant, there are still flowers of love blooming, and there are still lives that are striving to grow and grow. There is still much goodness, behind guns and ammunition, after chaos and violence, in the innocent smile of every Somalis.

And we, on the other hand, turn a blind eye.

It's time to refresh your impression of Somalia – no, it's not an impression, it's prejudice.

After writing this, Zhang Feng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the tears were sad, touched and lucky. I am saddened by the current situation in Somalia, and I am fortunate and moved to live in a peaceful country in an era of unpeace.

At the end, Zhang Feng added a sentence at the end of the chapter, saying that many people do not know how to be blessed: Please cherish your current life, don't wait until you lose it to regret it, there are too many examples, I decided to go to Syria-Li-Ya, A-Fu-Khan, and Li-Bi-Ya to take a walk.