Anticipated, I disembarked from the airplane as soon as I saw bloody dead bodies lying down on the dry, cracking floor from my clear glass window. From its appearance, the country seemed deserted, looking as if it was abandoned for the past hundred years. As I continued my walk in the airport, waiting for my administration work to be finished, I looked out the big glass window, observing local citizens who are suffering from the deserted environment, malnutrition, deaths, poverty, depression. Contrasting to the fresh, natural air I breathe, the cozy apartment I live in, the captivating colourful secret garden I had back home; to the unhygienic environment, dry weather and war which local citizens are suffering from. My life is full of freedom and happiness.
Prior to visiting Somalia, all documentary shot depicts happiness between families, friends and even strangers. Work I produce often depict joy, yet this shooting had no chance to depict blissful feelings, as it is a country of depression and sorrow which I am in. Citizens’ bodies are filled with bleeding wounds, their faces are covered with bitter frowns and tears. They are crestfallen! Lacking of confidence and satisfaction, all they knew was the one single feeling: sorrow. …show more content…
Dry, dusty tradewind drive through the atmosphere as scenes of hungry, injuries and deaths flashed through my peculiar eyes while I was lead to the village-in-war. Infant tearing up due to hunger, little children mourn over the bloody death of their families, horrified villagers being threatened with an AK47… THAT angers me the most! They were not treated as if they were human beings. Soldiers, officers take advantages of the poor citizens, using them as a tool for victory, abduct their properties for a better living…
Prior to visiting Somalia, all documentary shot depicts happiness between families, friends and even strangers. Work I produce often depict joy, yet this shooting had no chance to depict blissful feelings, as it is a country of depression and sorrow which I am in. Citizens’ bodies are filled with bleeding wounds, their faces are covered with bitter frowns and tears. They are crestfallen! Lacking of confidence and satisfaction, all they knew was the one single feeling: sorrow. …show more content…
Dry, dusty tradewind drive through the atmosphere as scenes of hungry, injuries and deaths flashed through my peculiar eyes while I was lead to the village-in-war. Infant tearing up due to hunger, little children mourn over the bloody death of their families, horrified villagers being threatened with an AK47… THAT angers me the most! They were not treated as if they were human beings. Soldiers, officers take advantages of the poor citizens, using them as a tool for victory, abduct their properties for a better living…