In 1977, two idealists, James and Kevin, appeared in a barren desert in Nevada. In front of them, there were only a few dilapidated houses, but they proclaimed their ideals to establish a state here, and they proclaimed themselves various titles and official positions.
In this piece 0. 058 square kilometers of land, only James and Kevin and a dozen relatives and friends live. Despite the small size of the country and the emptiness of national strength, they ideally named the country the "Great Republic of Waterstan" and "declared war" on many major powers, including the United States, claiming that they would oppose the "oppression" of these countries.
As ridiculous as it may seem, James and Kevin seem genuinely engaged in this political show.
Sixteen years later, after James' death, Kevin staged a "coup d'état", proclaimed himself "president", and changed the name of the country to "Republic of Molohia". He sought to establish diplomatic relations with his neighbors in the vain hope of international recognition, but in vain.
Not to be outdone, Kevin tried to promote Molohia's uniqueness and attract the attention of the outside world. Despite the absurdity of his methods, he seems to have genuine feelings for Molohia.
Through these whimsical ideas and performances, James and Kevin build an absurd utopia. Despite their ridiculous disbelief in it, they have tirelessly maintained their dreams in this way for decades, as if they had found some meaning in this fictional country.
Although Molohia claims a vast "tri-state territory" that includes Nevada, California, and Pennsylvania, the actual territory is only a corner of Nevada0. 025 square kilometers of lifeless desert.
A gentle breeze can roll up the yellow sand in the sky, covering the sky and the sun. Occasionally, a few tourists walked through the area, and soon disappeared. Scattered around the desert are several dilapidated and decaying wooden houses, with closed doors and windows, seemingly abandoned by their owners.
The depths of the desert are nowhere near the exuberant opulence that Kevin boasted at his press conference. There are no five-star hotels, convention and exhibition centers, no glamorous supermarkets, no entertainment venues, and no rationing system as he promised.
All the construction of civilization has come to naught in this dead yellow sand. The people lived a primitive life, isolated from the world, and far from the ideal country.
In this small desert land, the government of Molohia has proposed one absurd national policy after another, which is completely imaginary and far from reality.
The "declaration of war" and "resistance" against the United States and other major powers on several occasions are completely wishful thinking. It is even more nonsense to fabricate that it has a series of high-tech weapons such as nuclear weapons and space bases, and to claim that it is "leading the world" in national defense science and technology.
The so-called army of 50,000 is nothing more than five old and frail elders and a few children who are not familiar with the world. Armed with old-fashioned blackened rifles, they staggered along the sandy runway, looking embarrassed.
The so-called navy is nothing more than three fragile inflatable rubber boats, which can capsize at any time at the slightest wind and waves. What's more, the test rocket of the space weapon ended up falling on a roadside tree and became a plaything.
Kevin verbally exaggerates these unbelievable armed forces, as if they really have strong national defense and cutting-edge technology. And the people are engaged in this absurd political show day after day, unaware of its ridiculousness and pathos.
In this absurd country, President Kevin even created his own national currency, Valora, which claims to have the same purchasing power.
Tourists are forced to trade their goods with these coloured papers, which have no real value, or face fines. It wasn't until they returned to their homeland that they suddenly realized that they had been scammed.
And the residents of the country are also under the threat of intimidation from Kevin, and have to rely on this "state-issued fiat currency" to survive. Despite the ridicule and ridicule of this absurd measure, Kevin vigorously promoted this "glory" at home, as if it was indeed driving the country's economic development.
To enter this mysterious country, visitors must make an appointment in advance to visit or be denied entry. This strict restriction is said to be in response to the shortage of small land and to prevent the criminary facilities from being overwhelmed.
In fact, these so-called high-standard facilities, that is, the living room and bedroom of Kevin's own house, are simple and easy. The visit lasts only 3 hours and is ruthlessly dispelled away, as if deliberately creating a sense of mystery and distance.
Despite the absurdity and falsehood, there are still groups of tourists who come here every year, full of temporary pleasure. Perhaps it is precisely because of this elusive mystery that it makes people more and more curious and yearning.
Chinese tourists have not yet arrived in person, and may come one day to catch a glimpse and reminisce about this absurd journey long after leaving.
Despite the absurdity, fantasy and bizarre nature of the country, the Republic of Morohia has existed for more than 40 years, since its birth in 1977.
The most fundamental reason why he has been able to survive is that President Kevin has always believed in his dream of being a king and instilled this belief and ideal in his subjects.
Under his influence, all the people willingly participated in this absurd political performance, and jointly created, maintained, and carried forward this utopia.
Despite being alien to the real world, Molohia is a dreamscape that blends Kevin's and his subjects' imagination of the perfect ideal kingdom with the frailties and vanities of human nature.
So, it's its sense of absurdity that makes it even more desirable and fascinating.