A cruise ship full of labor workers had set sail and was heading back to China.
On the cruise ship, the crew distributed hot food and porridge to the workers and allocated them rooms. When they boarded the cruise ship, they immediately felt the warmth of the country.
In a room in the cabin, Wang Benhu leaned against the bed and opened his laptop."
In my most desperate moments, two images often flashed through my mind. One was the courtyard of my hometown, and the other was the spacious roads of the capital.
"I only have one thought, and that is to go home.”
However, at that time, the airport, port, and border of the capital of Kabi were closed, and mobile communications with the country were completely cut off.
Late that night, I took the risk to climb to the roof. After countless failures, I finally dialed the number of the Chinese embassy in Kabi.
The person on the other end of the phone said," I'm aware of the situation. The country is trying its best to coordinate and will take you home as soon as possible.”Hearing this, I was so excited that tears fell.
I still remember that day, a diplomat stopped at the entrance of our camp and said," Is anyone there?”"We are the staff of the embassy. I'm here to take you home!”
I still remember those words!
Moreover, I will remember it for the rest of my life and will never forget it!
Now, I was safe on the cruise ship returning to my country. Therefore, I could rationally recall the turmoil in Kirby, the evacuation of the Chinese citizens, and some of the thoughts I had when I boarded the cruise ship.
The first thing was that the riot happened very suddenly. In just a few days, the situation deteriorated beyond control. At that time, some of the company leaders happened to be on a business trip in the country. When they heard the news of the riot in Kabir, they desperately tried to go through layers of checkpoints to return to Benghazi and organize our evacuation.
The second thing is that I didn't expect the country to act so quickly. The embassy sent people to pick us up so soon after the riot. Speaking of which, I still remember Secretary Gu from the Foreign Affairs Department who led us out of the camp. He was a staff member of the Kabir embassy. I remember that when he led us out of the camp, on the way back to the embassy, we encountered two groups of people fighting.
The battle zone is the only path we have to take. If we want to take a detour, we have to walk another 60 kilometers. The unknown situation is even more dangerous!
At that time, the situation was very dangerous. At that time, Secretary Gu stood out and made us hang the national flag on each car. Then, he stood in the back of the first car with a loudspeaker in his hand and kept shouting," I am a staff member of the Chinese Embassy in Kabi. We are escorting our compatriots back to China. Please make way in front and don't shoot!"'，Just like that, we actually passed through the battle zone safely!
During this time, no one from both sides fired. They were all watching us leave. I even saw a rebel move the roadblock for us!
At that moment, I felt the power of the flag!
I also feel the determination and determination of our Chinese government in evacuating the Chinese citizens!
After that, we temporarily stayed in the embassy. Then, we arrived at the port and boarded the cruise ship to return home.
As I sat on the boat and wrote this diary, I suddenly remembered that when I was evacuating Tripolis, I passed by the city. I saw the windows on both sides of the road were broken, the walls were full of bullet holes, and the ground was full of scattered bullet shells. The burning cars were still emitting smoke, and the fanatical militants were holding guns and shouting slogans. The whole city was in chaos.
At that time, I thought of a phrase: The refugees.
In the past, I had heard of the word 'refugee,' but…during the few days we were trapped, I never thought of the word 'refugee,' nor did I ever think that this word could be associated with myself. Even though we might have been considered refugees at that time, I still believed that we could return to our homeland.
I think this might be the sense of security that the country gives us!
This sense of security is deeply embedded in our bones, embedded in the souls of our countrymen!
It made us feel that the word "refugee" had nothing to do with us, and the facts proved this point.
When we boarded the cruise ship back home, I saw those foreigners, many of whom were citizens of developed countries. They were still gathered at the ports and stations... However, their countries still had not organized the evacuation work!
Perhaps my experience wasn't as thrilling as many of the people on the same boat as mine, but I think we felt the same.
I have said too many words of gratitude, but no matter how much I say, it is not enough to express one-tenth of what we think in our hearts. As a witness, I am full of gratitude and record what happened to me. I want to remember that the motherland is not only our spiritual home, but more importantly, our source of strength.
The national song and the national flag are never just a song or a flag. They are also a symbol of our spiritual home and strength. During the evacuation process, when we sing the national song and hold the national flag across the border, it is our life.
This land of the Tang Empire is not just plains, mountains, and rivers. It is our roots and our souls.
" We're stepping on the land of our motherland, feeling this sense of security, enjoying peace and tranquility. We might not feel anything special, but for the people in war-torn countries, they have forgotten this feeling.
I will always remember the scene when our good friends came to send us on board when we were evacuating from Kabir.
When he saw us board the ship and leave, he squatted on the ground and cried. He said to us,"Our country is finished. You can go back, but our home is destroyed. Where are you going?”
I finally understood what Ai Qing had said. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much.
The ancient land of our motherland is worthy of our lifelong protection.
January 17th, 2011, Wang Benhu wrote on the cruise ship back home.
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