Time is a Tale-teller

Abstract

The painters were redecorating the ancient building in the city. Sarah sat on the bus seat, watching the rollers speedily cover the faded wall. "Memories began tumbling like sweets from a jar." How many similar old landmarks had vanished in the past fifty years, she wondered. It had been only two hundred years since this land had been acquired—conqueredwas not a suitable word. Sarah did not believe that it was possible to tame a country of such complexities, beautiful but also harsh. Still, like other Western countries it was suffering from a condition named progress.