July in Iraq, the hot wind is the unique breath of this land.
A wide-body Qatar Airways plane landed at Baghdad International Airport in the afternoon heat.
In the first-class cabin, Song Heping folded the newspaper he had finished reading and placed it aside.
As the cabin door opened, the flight attendants politely indicated for first-class passengers to proceed first. He picked up his bag, nodded slightly to the staff, and walked into the jet bridge ahead of some passengers who looked like businessmen in suits.
Entering the terminal, he did not follow most first-class passengers toward the fast track or airline's VIP service direction, but naturally merged into the main flow of people heading to the immigration hall like a regular traveler.
After picking up his luggage and passing through the last security check gate, he entered the arrival hall.
The hall was bustling with people, and the hubbub of various languages mixed together amidst a forest of pickup signs.
