After a good night's sleep, the next morning we left the village with the supplies we had exchanged and the old rifle as the villagers saw them off.

After leaving the village, Ashraf pointed to the rifle I was carrying and said, "Why is this gun so long?" Does it work? Why don't you have a magazine? ”

I shook my head and said, "This is an old-fashioned rifle with a small magazine that looks like the Soviets' Mosin-Nagant." It's completely manual, and it will definitely work, but maybe the rifling of the gun is almost smoothed, and it's far worse than the AK-47. Otherwise, why do you think they are so happy to exchange with us? ”

After about a day of walking in the mountains, we finally got out of the mountains and found the real way. When I saw this artificially constructed road, I suddenly felt like I was back in the civilized world, even though the road was very narrow. But after the sun went down, we didn't meet anyone, and it was still very desolate, except for the serious road, and there was not much difference from the previous mountain.

After another night and half a day of walking, we finally hit the road. On the main road, we finally saw people. After asking people for directions, the guide told us that Balleginar was already very close, just east of us, and we could reach it today by walking east along the road.

Hearing this news undoubtedly made me a little excited. So I threw away the worn-out Mosin-Nagant and hurried with everyone to Balghinar. Now that you're almost in the city, there's no need to carry a gun, and if you continue to carry it, you might get into trouble. At about three or four o'clock in the afternoon we saw more and more people, and soon we saw the city.

Although this one seems to be relatively backward and poor, the people here are much better than the other side of the mountain, judging by their expressions and voices. People on both sides of the road were busy with their work, some were doing business and haggling, others seemed to be packing up and preparing to go home. The road is full of people. You must know that in Afghanistan, because of the war, many places are closed to the temple, and the bazaar or market is as if it has been abandoned.

The guide who was walking in front looked at me and said something, and Ashraf immediately said, "He said that we should find a place to rest." “

I nodded and looked at him and Sadat and said, "Is there any place here where we can call?" The kind that can make international calls. Moreover... Which of you has the money here? ”

After listening to Ashraf's translation, Sadat and the guide looked at each other, and after thinking for a moment, the guide opened his mouth to say a few words.

He said that this kind of place is only available in the city. Gotta go to the city, as for the money... He could find a way to find his friends. Hopefully his friends are still here. Ashraf said.

"Okay." I looked myself up and down, and suddenly I felt the watch I was carrying, I quickly took it down and handed it to the guide, "Take it and see if I can get some money." Tell him that this is waterproof and shockproof, and it is estimated that there will be no such thing in this place, so don't be deceived. ”

The guide nodded quickly as he listened to Achraf's translation while taking the watch, and after taking the watch, he flipped it over and over in his hand and looked at it, then looked at me and said a word.

"He said let's hurry up and get into town. Get it done sooner, or you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Ashraf said.

So we quickened our pace into the city, and as we entered the city, I saw a few lazy people sitting in trucks with guns on their backs, talking. I don't know if it's tension or relaxation... I guess it was because the neighboring countries were in the midst of a scuffle that they were sent out to prevent accidents.

Once in town, our guide took us straight to a post office-like place. He went in to inquire himself, and after a moment he appeared happy to come out and nod a few words to us, then quickly shook his watch and turned away.

"He said he could make a phone call here. You can call abroad. He's going to change money right away, and he'll be back here as soon as possible before work. Ashraf said.

So, a few of us found a place on the side of the road, squatted down, and while we waited, we each took something to eat. As I ate and watched the people coming and going on the road, I suddenly thought of my group. Judging by the time, they should have left Afghanistan a long time ago. Hopefully they'll be able to go smoothly and don't climb out of there almost all the way like me.

About thirty or forty minutes later, just as we were waiting a little anxiously, several jeeps and trucks suddenly drove up. Several cars quickly stopped not far away, and when I saw them appear, I realized that something was going to happen, and I subconsciously touched the gun, but my gun was already gone. Several men with guns got out of the car and quickly came up to us, shouting at us with their guns pointed at us.

"He told us to put our hands up." Achraf said to me as he stood up a little frightened.

I looked at the men, and they looked nervous, as if we were going to shoot them at any moment. I whispered to Ashraf, "Don't move. Do what they say. Don't resist, and don't move. “

I raised my hand as I spoke, now I have no other way, I don't even know why they are arresting us. At the moment, I have no choice but to hold my hands down.

These military and police-looking people quickly surrounded us, and the people on the periphery quickly dispersed the surrounding onlookers or passers-by, and after we raised our hands, they asked us to raise our hands and turn our backs to them. Someone searched us, someone opened all the cloth bags we were carrying and poured out all the contents of them, and even one guy carefully broke the dough and sniffed it, as if he was sure it was the dough.

After not finding anything suspicious about us, the searchers seemed to have reported something to someone. Then someone ripped our hands off, pulled them behind us, handcuffed them, and dragged them to the truck they were driving. The four of us sat around and looked at each other, not knowing exactly what was going on.

A few moments later, we were pulled to what looked like a police station or something like a detention center. We were pulled out of the truck and taken into a house. In the middle of the house, there sat several men in uniform, and after glancing at us, one of them, who looked a little like an Indian, spoke.

I didn't understand what he was saying, of course, but the other three quickly shook their heads as if they were eager to deny it. The man didn't seem to be in a hurry, and after signaling to his subordinates, several of us were taken out, and then quickly put into another cell-like room.

I saw several people in this room, and one of them was our guide.