Reading Oliver Twist

 When I started reading Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, I did not imagine that London was one  day as such, a sorrowful place, full of misery and unhappiness. The dire poverty that struck London once is even worse than what is happening now in Morocco. I am thinking if we will devolop into what London looks like today. London was a shabby city once, but nowadays is a huge city that is prosperous. a future that has nothing to do with its past, I wonder if we can also develop into a more shining future too.

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