A long whistle of "Woo ......" pulled me back from my sleep to reality, and a sweet North Korean mezzo-soprano sounded in my ears: "Comrades, the train has arrived in Pyongyang, welcome to the 191st train again, long live the great leader *** family." ”

Through the dusty windows, I cast my eyes out of the train, and the speed of the train slowed down, and the scenery outside the window became clearer and clearer. Unlike all the cities I've seen are the slogans of the 21st century, long live the ****** and bless the *** family. If I hadn't told myself over and over again, "I'm in Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea," I would have almost thought I was in the *era.'

I'm a journalist, and this time I was able to come to North Korea alone to do interviews, not because of my qualifications, nor because I was excellent. I knew very well that if it weren't for my knowledge of Korean, I wouldn't have been able to come to North Korea, a mysterious land with only one year of work experience.

I pushed my glasses on the bridge of my nose, and the people around me began to remove their bags from the luggage racks and methodically line up in the aisles. I also stood up, packed my luggage, and walked out into the crowd......

As soon as I got out of the car, I was reminded of my laptop and mobile phone, which had been "handed over" as early as Sinuiju when I went through the border crossing procedures, and the DPRK would never allow anything like a notebook that might take away their state secrets to be carried with us. I suddenly didn't have anything I was used to, just like my girlfriend of two months suddenly broke up.

Walking out of the station along the flow of people, the first thing I saw was a tall, majestic and upright bronze statue - *** bronze statue, only to see the great leader with one hand on his waist and one hand held high, looking into the distance, as if he saw the future, and was firmly guiding the North Korean people behind him to move forward.

"Comrade, please give me the camera." A heavily armed North Korean soldier stood straight in front of me and gave me a military salute. Seeing that I didn't respond, he stretched out his hand and repeated in an accentuated tone: "Comrade, hand over your camera!" ”

"Oh......" I was a little overwhelmed, I hadn't used to Korean yet, and it took me a long time to realize that he was asking me for a camera. I trembled and handed over the camera, thinking in my heart: I didn't make any mistakes just now! I just got off the train and saw the bronze statue of ***, I just habitually raised the camera to take a few photos, is it not allowed to take pictures? I looked around, and there was no warning that photography was not allowed, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Comrade!" The soldier took the camera and didn't say a word, he skillfully took out the film in the camera, and then said solemnly: "Please take a picture of the whole body of the **, otherwise it will be disrespectful to our great leader, I must confiscate this film!" ”

"Ah......" I took the camera blankly, looked at the soldiers who turned around and left, and couldn't close it for a long time with my mouth open, it turned out that something went wrong in this place, and it turned out that taking pictures of ** could only take pictures of the whole body. I looked around with some trepidation, and then I noticed a lot of heavily armed soldiers staring at the cameras in the hands of tourists.

I looked at the camera with the film taken out of my hand, and then at the heavily armed soldiers, and the atmosphere around me suddenly became tense.