Jason wrapped around the corner and took a long straight road. I had a brightly lit flight complex. From behind the fence looked two high masts with radio transmitters directed action on the tops. It's like a ship with two masts floating in the African desert. - Disneyland. - What? - I asked. "Disneyland," Jason repeated. People at the base see the fenced complex with the stages and imagine the attraction. We're like an amusement park. There really was a way. Only our "attraction" was not very exciting, and the cost of admission to it was huge. In addition, the mice here, by all appearances, were the most real, and the villains are not fabulous. Jason stopped the car behind one of the residential containers, which was standing right at the fence of the summer complex. "Your apartment," he said. - There's a commando apartment waiting for you, but I have to finish packing so you can move in. Until we're done, you can stay here. I looked at the key chain and laughed. It was inscribed with "F-117." "F-117" - the designation of the stealth fighter, removed from the armed forces. It was a nervous laughter caused by fatigue. When I got out of the car, it seemed to me that the air near the barracks was even more fetid. - Where is this stink? - I asked. - From waste incineration pits. Jason pointed south. The Djiboutians have a dump right behind the fence line. When it gets dark, they burn garbage. You'll get used to it. I could see from his face that I was not used to it. “Come in and sit down,” Jason said. Sleep as you go, there's no rush. When you get back to normal, look around, and then ask me. He pointed to a white armored box near the gate, which served as our checkpoint. I nodded. - Thank you, Jason. After dumping my belongings in the corner of the room, I fell on one of the two beds. You can unpack things later. Son came quickly. I woke up a few hours later. I can't sleep during the day, no matter how tired I am. My biologic clock always knows when the sun rises and wakes me up. Even darkening curtains don't help. I took a shower and got ready for my first day of work in Africa. Jason met me at the gate and led me into the flight complex. The 60th Expeditionary Reconnaissance Squadron was stationed at the far end of the aircraft parking and maintenance area. The life and work of the squadron took place in ten yellow-brown tents, resembling semi-cylindrical hangars of the Kyoncet type. Each tent was occupied by a specific squadron department - operational management, technical service department, security service. “We’re in the first tent,” Jason explained.