“We too want you to interact with people,” said Abdi. “Here, it’s like a prison. We cannot travel. Our passports are not accepted. So, if we cannot see the world, we bring the world here. We want people to realise there is another way to live, a normal life.” It seemed churlish to suggest normal life was illusory for most of us. Covid was a concern but not a preoccupation in Mogadishu. As we talked, the adhan was called out from the hotel’s mosque. A boy carried a carpet into the courtyard and unfurled it. Men of all ages jogged over, standing in rows, offering gentle, lyrical res...