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As we speed away from the Benina International Airport in the Libyan city of Benghazi, our cab driver, Ahmed, points out the sites of recent terrorist attacks. Hint, he's doing a lot of pointing. "The rebels blew up that post office last week and the government retaliated by burning down the hospital," says Ahmed as he calmly blows through a rebel checkpoint. "That's super fucked up," replies Lars, the German ex-pat photojournalist/performance artist that is accompanying me on assignment.
The streets of Benghazi are empty except for the occasional convoy of child soldiers that roll through the city in customized Toyota Land Cruisers. The child rebels blast a bizarre style of ultra-fast Benghazi techno called Urkwar through homemade speakers on their cars. Ahmed explains that the music is popular among young soldiers who are forced to fight in holy wars. "That is both very sad and very cool," says Lars, who is in the back of the cab rolling a fat spliff topped with Moroccan hashish.