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The bells were ringing in the cathedral of disaster. There was no one to mourn for. That people of unlimited riches began such an impressive debacle that today only ashes remain of what could have been, but could not be, either because of arrogance or decisions that were not wise at all.
A people submerged in poverty and racism, today no one remembers how it was in its great times, and how it helped the development of other places that today live in a very prosperous way.
They moved away from the original objective of the one who was their leader, who dreamed of the perfect place for those who lived with him, and also for their future generations. Once he left the earthly plane, with him also died his ideals.
The great thing is that no one remembers them, and his ashes are actually scattered in the vastness of nothingness as if he had never existed.
Not even in that Chernobyl nuclear reactor explosion was there so much desire not to move forward. Eventually, history forgave that explosion, but the same did not happen here. It was not an external event that caused the apathy, but the stubbornness of its inhabitants.
It is said that people must evolve to continue functioning, otherwise, the sands of time will do their part, and they will only live from the past. This was the experience of the great empires of antiquity, which although they were immense, today are only modest peoples, who boast only of what their ancestors could achieve.
Many peoples even bear such a pronounced mark that even if they can advance in the most modern society, the magnificence of their people will always eclipse them in the past. Just ask Egypt and the Arab peoples, not to mention the Romans.
But history rarely punishes so early, it took centuries to see a debacle in the aforementioned peoples and nations. The problem is that this small town, so thriving, so complete, so prosperous, has not even half a century of having succumbed to collective oblivion as if a black hole had devoured it and disappeared.
It is curious, there are records of native peoples with longevity of thousands of years, but not of this village that seemed to be a very influential community in the world. It even seems that this was done for all purposes, to remain strange.
There is talk that back in the late sixties that village may have existed, where today lies a desert so infertile that one doubts whether intelligent life ever existed there.
The opinions of those who live around are extremely divided since as if it were a Mandela effect, there are those who claim to have seen the greatness of that town that today is a broken dream. The problem is that the few spokespersons of that history are older people who are questioned about the veracity of their words, and who can easily get confused, so we will never know what was there.
What those whose memory betrays them agree on is that the leader of that place was an influential man and that with his revolutionary ideas he could have brought about a spectacular evolution, but one day he disappeared without a trace, and after a month, the people for whom he fought so hard, also left without even saying goodbye.
Old Logan is the one who feels affection for this unprecedented event of which there is no record. At some point he told me that from that place was his beloved and that she was ready to formalize their relationship, but not leaving that place, her only condition was that Logan moved, and when she finally decided, it was when the town disappeared.
Logan's memory is already very deteriorated, but he still keeps a paper with a series of numbers that his beloved could give him. He keeps them jealous, but I could copy what it contained. Logan told me that there was the name of the town, hidden among those numbers...
Maybe I will discover it someday, I don't know when, but someday. Anyway, I will leave it here in case you want to solve it:
<center>**8-44-33 4-777-33-2-8 6-444-777-2-222-555-33**</center>
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