That’s how the journey started.
My friend Suleiman offered me a trip to China to visit some families who have taken the mountains as their houses!!
The war that broke between Japan and China caused a great deal of destruction and fear; and the Japanese incursion forced a great number of Chinese people to leave their villages and flee to the mountain tops in their quest for safety.
Travelling to China means that you will be a stranger in terms of “your looks, your language, and you behavior.” The weather there is unstable, the terrain is variable, people have their own customs, and almost everything is “different.”
After landing in the airport of the capital, Beijing, we waited for around six hours, after which we took an internal flight to the district of لونزو . At the arrival hall, the coordination team welcomed us, after which we set off by car to the city of pingliang on a trip that lasted for another four hours.
The trip wasn’t too long but it did exceed 26 hours until we reached our destination!!
We left at 6 AM and so our journey to document the life of the cavemen started. The driver cautiously drove us to the mountain tops where the families resided. He would reduce his speed at every turn to make sure it is safe before proceeding forward. We spent two hours before we finally got to the passage leading to the mountain. We left the car and walked along with our tools until we reached the first cave.
The houses were mere holes dug inside the mountain where the people lived. There were so many details that I couldn’t capture. I have included as many details as I can in this blog, but the field remains the most eloquent of statements.
