The Trip (8) And the next day, we went to the Third station of the trip---Malan. On the way, my father said, “When I was a child, I live in Malan, it’s a Barrack. And your grandpa was born in there too.” “Whoa!” I said, “so you can see the soldiers every day?” “Yep, I could,” he said. “That’s awesome!”I said, hoping I can see a soldier as well later. finally, we arrived on Malan. And my father’s old friend, a soldier, came and got us. By the way, I heard that my father said that if you want to get in, there must someone who worked there and get you in(a barrack, huh). when we were in, there’s a broad road in front of us. some of the soldiers were riding bikes on the road. “This looks great,” I said. “Hey son just plays freer here, none of the soldiers will hurt you. Later, we’ll see my schools, remember?I grew up here, I really miss them.” Later, my father borrowed three bicycles and we rode them on the road, that was so cool!Because sometimes there’s nobody on the road but us, so we can ride faster or slower and do any bicycle actions we want, Awesome!!!​