Chaos happened to me, though it was my fault, because I sought it out. I arrived at a ruined airport as the sun set over Africa. This was Mogadishu, capital of Somalia in the middle of a civil war and a famine. The Russian cargo plane slowed, halted, and turned off its engines. A profound silence fell. Night was not far away. There was no immigration desk, there were no customs, just a bunch of 14-year-olds with AK-47s (I remember they had blue plastic stocks) who knew enough English to ask me and my companion, the brilliant photographer John Downing, 'You want bodyguard? #LALifestyle #USCelebrities Full Article on Source:
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