It hasn’t really been long, that I have left this place. The place where I spent the entirety of my childhood. The “City with no names” they called it. It’s quite a beautiful name for a place to have. It has a poetic touch to it. Looking back at it now I can imagine why it was called that. There were thousands of families that lived here, none had a name for themselves. When I say name, I mean, social status. They were all just people wandering around trying to live a normal life under the crippling hand of mediocrity. Sure, they had jobs and lives but no one here had a name for themselves, nothing about anyone here stood out. The city with no names held true to its name or the lack of it. I walked along side Jeffry through one of the several streets that lead to the heart of the place. The place was supposed to have changed in two years of time, but somehow nothing felt new. It felt old rather. Most shops that were opened when I left were not there, many buildings were missi...