Once upon a time in a city which had no border....

Once upon a time in a city which had no border and no leader and where people were appointed from other cities by a big boss lived a young gentleman who worked in a modern superstore. The superstore was very modern made for rich people, but poor would also come for their special needs. The young man was from the middle class but with a heart beating for poor people. His life was very interesting, selling for rich and poor. There were times when upper class people would come and would expect workers to work for them as servants. One day a friend of mayor who was appointed by the big boss to keep a close eye on the mayor came to the superstore. Entering the store, he was welcomed by the young man. With the mentality that all people living in the city were servants of mayor and his big boss he even didn’t look to the young man. With his head up and eyes in the sky and streaks on forehead he started asking questions from the young man. The young man was answering the questions calmly. Though the young man had good education, but to the proud buyer he was just a stupid servant. After few questions the cubby friend of mayor understood that he was facing an educated gentleman, and that he would never bow his head as servant to him. During buying his needs they were talking about mayor. The chubby and proud friend started complaining from the mayor, that he was doing what he wanted and acting in a one man show manner, and people around the mayor were stupid. This conversation ended shortly with some more complaints. The young man wrote a part of the story in his diary, which other people could also read. The intention of the young man was to show what kind of people were ruling on the city, with stupid kind of mentality. Months passed from this story, many people read it. One day an important person from the super market came, exploding from anger, with shaking voice shouted why he has written such thing. In that city writing about mayor and his band was not allowed. He was warned to erase the story otherwise he would go to jail for such kind of “CRIME”. The young man resisted and accepted the risk, just to tell the truth to his people, but letter on he thought he has other ways to resist against the imposed system. So he tore that page from his diary and put it in a secure area. The young man is still in that city, with stronger faith against what was imposed on his city from outside. He has promised to write more and talk more with his people. He has planned to work more with poor people, to sell cheaper to poor ones. He has promised to take any risk in the favor of city, even if it takes his life.