I got to thinking more about cities, and it seemed that suburban life was almost an attempt to flee the ugliness of cities. No beggars, no homeless people, no legal or illegal immigrants working in inhumane conditions to feed their families. Who in their right mind would want to live in the city if they could afford to go elsewhere?
But of course, I grew afraid of forgetting all the terrible darkness in cities. I’m always afraid of forgetting, and now I was afraid that a life in the country, which I had always dreamed of, would wash away the memories. Not that I liked the ugliness of the cities, but one shouldn’t pretend that it didn’t exist. So I promised myself to live in the cities, at least most of the time, lest I forget.