eling a sensation that couldn’t be put into words, I stuffed that piece of rubble into my bag.

In the end, I wasn’t able to see the thing that I was looking forward to see. This country is still barely able to function as a tourist spot by selling the rubble from the wall, but I’m sure that once they run out of rubble to sell, this country will become just another ordinary country.

It will turn into just another mediocre country, existing in one corner of the world where no one is under the impression that they are superior to someone else.

Oh well, maybe that is a good thing for this country after all.

A country does not exist for the sake of travelers or tourists. There is no need for a country to go to extraordinary lengths and adjust itself to travelers’ needs just to make them think that it is a wonderful place. Instead of working to ensure that tourists are kept happy, it might make more sense to make the country a place that is convenient for its citizens to live in.

A country belongs to the people who live there, after all.