For quite some time, the streets and commercial buildings were run by patrolling agents and officers. Majority of the news was overflowing with Nightingale stories, yet nothing was shared about the Nightingale city. There were no mysterious limos parked on the streets now, which I took as a good sign.
I went out to get groceries this morning and decided to spend the whole day exploring the city on my own. It wasn’t courage but out of curiosity. I was prepared to face any agent or official, or so I hoped. Taking the bus was a piece of cake. Pay your fare, sit if you find a seat, and keep your lips zipped. I let it take me as far as it could.
As I watched my surroundings, I didn’t see a single police car. No sirens were blaring, no men in uniforms were present on the streets, and there was
