A Hope Of Country: Juba

 

Actually, I don't know what to write here. There are a lot of sentences on my mind to write, but I can't explain myself. I decided to write in English on this blog. So I didn't decide what to do? I was supposed to start somewhere, and then I started to write.

I'll write about how I feel on this blog. The place where I stayed for a while. I didn't know this place. The place is far away from anywhere. I saw that I had gone over there. The hope. There aren't many things about which they lived, but the face that everything is able to explain. Everyday is a wake-up to hope, and every day is grateful. I feel like I have to explain that happiness. It is happiness that changes the minds of people. There are some people who feel happy about little things. Those people are happy with little things. For example, they are playing football in a non-professional stadium. While they were playing football, you knew how to understand their faces and be happy. 

I understand that those who are working to be grateful. These days, many people don't work like that. You are able to feel this emotion. But those who have lived through any moment are grateful. I think they have been living for a long time. Other people aren't happy, which thought like that. 

You expressly wonder which place I write about. This place is named Juba in the city of South Sudan.