Of course there is great differences between the two. One was like visiting the place you often heard is your native country but you did not really know. You did not know how to react, act or respond. Then there was going back to your hooyo, your real home and here you don't question how you act, react or respond---all comes natural. It hits you once you touch the floor.
Here is Samatar in Mogadishu, doing more baby sitting and trophy handing than feeling at home. Feels lonely, boring and cold...arms folded behind, standing alone.

Here is Berbera. Real home coming.


Waxad garaatan from Samatar's experience regardless of your political views or whatever at the end of the day there is no place like home, the real home.
Which brings me to this song that became the anthem of Daryeel Construction company.