Today I am still trying to forget the place that was instrumental in my life. For nine years I made a living there, but after these crazy regulations came into place I became reluctant to set foot there.
They consider my former base as part of their territory. Because I refused, I was forced to leave the place. Indeed, the amount requested is small, but it all becomes an ongoing burden. I want to fight them but they are not alone and what can I do as a small person without superpowers.
I realized it was impossible to win against them and the only way I had to stay away from them. Now I'm a little relieved that they didn't chase me but if they exceed their limits, I promise the black path is my final solution.
Maybe if I tell pious people I will get advice about patience because then the test and the law of karma will be accepted.
Unfortunately the law of karma never came, my heart couldn't wait to see something bad happen to my oppressor.
I don't know where the brains of the people who had the heart to blackmail me went, I collected little by little money for my wife and children. Let me live my bitter story alone while waiting for my prayers to be answered.
On this sunny afternoon I was in a place where I had new hope for comfort. I really hope that oppression never happens here, but I'm also not sure because this is Bekasi, a city that accommodates many mass organizations and gives them freedom.
In this post I do not mean to ask for defense for myself because that is impossible. Even the country will turn a deaf ear to the screams of small people like me.
This is my place, a city that is not suitable for investing. Thank you I hope it is useful and entertains you.
