He rethought about the rapid development of this big city he hardly knew. Because he didn’t know anything about any city, there was more fear and more stress when doing anything. He strongly believed, the bigger a city, the more criminals, the more danger and the more ugly forms of evil.
But what could he possibly do?
He couldn’t even pray. Praying wasn’t his tradition. Because he never prayed.
He was a farmer, a good farmer, a self-suffi cient farmer.
