Gran-Occidentia
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Najwej-Urbo. Himyari People's United Republic
Najwej-Urbo was a sprawling city, vast towers of steel and concrete stood where once there had been dirt hovels and the old colonial offices where gone replaced with new modern buildings. Joseph Kyungu had spent his whole life here and in truth he barely recognized the city anymore, even the name had changed...funny he couldn't even remember what the old name had been some sort of saint or maybe a king, it didn't matter anymore the city was Najwej-Urbo now and always would be. Joseph sat in the bus as it took him to work and gazed out at the window as the factories and industrial plants sped by. it was a shame he thought he remembering the avenues lined with trees, all gone now...the trees had not been Hymar natives so had been torn out, so was the rose garden in what was now The People's Park and so many others, but of course these were products of imperialism so had to be expunged although privately he wondered how much danger a tree or a rose posed but then again he was only a simple factory worker, who was he to decide?
He nearly missed his stop he was busy daydreaming, luckily the bus was full of his fellow workers at the Pan-Himyari Solidarity steel mill. One of whom shock his shoulder to wake him from his reverie. But all day Joseph couldn't stop thinking about the trees and roses
Najwej-Urbo was a sprawling city, vast towers of steel and concrete stood where once there had been dirt hovels and the old colonial offices where gone replaced with new modern buildings. Joseph Kyungu had spent his whole life here and in truth he barely recognized the city anymore, even the name had changed...funny he couldn't even remember what the old name had been some sort of saint or maybe a king, it didn't matter anymore the city was Najwej-Urbo now and always would be. Joseph sat in the bus as it took him to work and gazed out at the window as the factories and industrial plants sped by. it was a shame he thought he remembering the avenues lined with trees, all gone now...the trees had not been Hymar natives so had been torn out, so was the rose garden in what was now The People's Park and so many others, but of course these were products of imperialism so had to be expunged although privately he wondered how much danger a tree or a rose posed but then again he was only a simple factory worker, who was he to decide?
He nearly missed his stop he was busy daydreaming, luckily the bus was full of his fellow workers at the Pan-Himyari Solidarity steel mill. One of whom shock his shoulder to wake him from his reverie. But all day Joseph couldn't stop thinking about the trees and roses