In 1908, a railway worker walked on the road and found a glittering stone. I don’t know what it is. I reported it to the German leader. It was a big diamond. The two were happy. I wanted to keep this secret but it was still leaked. Gold miners around the world are flocking to the desert wastelands, where residential areas, hospitals, schools, ice mills, offices, train stations, ballrooms, a bowling alley, the first tram in Africa, and the first X-ray machine in the southern hemisphere are also operating. A swarm of people turned this desert into Namibia and even one of the most prosperous towns in the world. They had mined about a ton of diamonds from this desert, where they had been able to pick up diamonds on the road, and slowly dried up by human demand, and then they moved to another gold mine in Namibia near the coast, leaving everything behind, houses and bathtubs. A hundred years later, 40% of the houses were covered by the wind and sand, and the air was firmly left with the wind and dust of the house. The way of gold mining, the Germans hired 500 locals to walk in rows and rows, an inch of hands to find diamonds, the scene is huge, and now, the yellow sand is still full of stories, yellow flowers.